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HYMNS 


OF 


THE      NATIVITY 


AND   OTHER  PIECES 


HORATIUS     BONAR,    D.D. 


NEW     Y  O  R  K 

ROBERT      CARTER     &     BROTHERS 

No.     530     BROADWAY 

1879 


PJ 


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Many  of  the  following  hymns  have  already  appeared 
in  different  periodicals  during  the  last  six  years.  I 
have  gathered  them  together  into  a  small  volume,  and 
added  a  few  more. 

HORATIUS  BONAR. 

The  Grange, 
October  1878 


CB— 


NIGHT  OF  WONDER, 

MADE  OF  A  WOMAN, 

THE  FOREGLOW,       . 

THE  CHRIST  OF  THE  AGES, 

THE  SIGNAL  STAR, 

MANIFOLD  LIGHT,  . 

HE  MUST  INCREASE,  I  MUST  DECREASE, 

THE  VICTOR, 

THE  SONG  OF  LIFE, 

NOT  THINE,  BUT  THEE, 

BENEATH  HIS  WING, 

COMPLETE  IN  HIM, 

DEAD  AND  ALIVE,  . 

FOLLOW  THOU  ME, 

AT  EASE  IN  ZION,     . 

THE  TRAINING, 

THE  FELLOWSHIP  OF  THE  UNSEEN, 


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THE  HIDDEN  HERITAGE,    . 

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THE  LIGHT  OF  LIFE, 

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THE  CRY  OF  THE  NEEDY,  . 

.       46 

NOT  IN  VAIN,             .... 

49 

A 

THE  SILENCE  OF  FAITH,     . 

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HEAR,  AND  YOUR  SOUL  SHALL  LIVE, 

•       54 

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ALL  IN  HIM,               .... 

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EYE  TO  EYE,               .... 

■       58 

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YET  THERE   IS  ROOM, 

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.       62 

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.  /      EASY  TO  BE  ENTREATED, 

•       65 

/        THE  HEALING  OF  THE  NATIONS, 

67 

A 

SLEEP  IN  JESUS,      .... 

69 

A 

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THE  INDESTRUCTIBLE, 

71 

V 

&3»      COMFORT  IN  TRIBULATION, 

74 

} 

J 

^          ISRAEL'S  SONG  OF  HOPE,    . 

77 

CHRIST  MY  ALL,      .... 

80 

Y      STRANGERS  AND  PILGRIMS, 

83 

j#     .  THE  CUP  OF  THE  LORD,      . 

85 

Xi 

[  ^      THE  CITY  OF  THE  FORGIVEN, 

90 

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ONE  BODY,                   .                 .                 .                .                . 

93 

NONE  OTHER  NAME,             . 

96 

viii                                    CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

THE  HIGHER  LEVEL, 

.       99 

I  AM  POOR  AND  NEEDY,       . 

1 02 

PASSIO  CHRISTJ, 

103 

ART  THOU  THE  KING  OF  THE  JEWS, 

105 

THE  CHILDREN'S  CRY, 

106 

THE  SAILOR'S  LITANY, 

108 

fingal's  CAVE, 

in 

THE  FOG-HORN, 

114 

RACHEL'S  TEARS,      . 

117 

WATCH-NIGHT, 

119 

FATHERLAND, 

121 

HELP,  LORD, 

123 

MY  CUP,           .... 

125 

THE  ONE  LOAF,          .... 

127 

THE  LIGHT  HAS  COME, 

131 

BEHOLD,  THE  BRIDEGROOM  COMETH, 

132 

DEAD  EGYPT, 

134 

THE  DAY  OF  THE  LORD,       . 

138 

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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


IGHT  of  wonder,  night  of  glory, 
Such  as  time  has  never  seen  ! 

Theme  of  old  prophetic  story, 
Night  all  solemn  and  serene  : 

Sweetest  silence,  softest  blue 

That  earth's  darkness  ever  knew  ! 


^ht  of  beauty,  hour  of  gladness, 
Of  all  nights  the  first  and  best  ; 
Not  a  cloud  to  speak  of  sadness, 

Not  a  star  but  sings  of  rest ; 
Holy  midnight,  showering  peace, 
Never  shall  thy  radiance  cease. 

Happy  city,  dearest,  fairest, 
Lonely,  tranquil  Bethlehem  ! 

Least  and  lowliest,  richest,  rarest, 
David's  city,  Judah's  gem  ; 
A 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY, 


Out  of  thee  there  comes  the  light, 
That  dispelleth  all  our  night. 

In  thee  heaven  and  earth  are  meeting  ; 

Lo,  there  comes  the  angel-throng  ; 
We  give  back  the  heavenly  greeting. 

Joining  in  the  holy  song, — 
Song  of  festival  and  mirth, 
Song  of  morning  to  the  earth. 


Now  to  thee  thy  King  descendeth, 
Laid  upon  a  woman's  knee  ; 

To  thy  gates  His  steps  He  bendeth, 
To  the  manger  cometh  He  ; 

David's  Lord  and  David's  Son, 

This  His  cradle  and  His  throne. 

All  unconscious  of  the  treasure 
That  within  thy  walls  there  lies, 

Is  it  slumber,  is  it  pleasure 
That  is  sealing  up  thine  eyes  ? 

Canst  thou  not  the  grandeur  see 

Of  that  veiled  majesty  ? 


NIGHT  OF  WONDER. 


All  unwitting  of  the  wonder 

Wrought  within  thy  gates  to-night, 

Art  thou  blind  to  Him  who  yonder 
Sleeps  unhonoured, — Prince  of  Light? 

Thou  thyself  the  cradle-bed, 

For  the  King  of  Glory  spread  ! 

He,  the  lowliest  of  the  lowly, 
To  our  tainted  world  has  come  ; 

He,  the  holiest  of  the  holy, 
Cannot  find  a  human  home. 

All  for  us  He  has  been  born, 

All  for  us  He  bears  the  scorn. 


Babe  of  weakness,  Child  of  grandeur, 
At  Thy  stony  crib  we  bow ; 

Not  a  trace  of  heavenly  splendour, 
Yet  the  King  of  angels  Thou  ! 

Soon  by  earth  to  be  adored, 

As  creation's  Heir  and  Lord. 

Light  of  life,  Thou  liest  yonder, 
Mystery  of  mighty  love  ; 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Nought  from  Thee  our  souls  shall  sunder, 

Nought  from  us  shall  Thee  remove. 
Take  these  hearts,  and  let  them  be 
Throne  and  cradle  both  for  Thee  ! 

Bread  of  God,  though  yet  unbroken, 
Still  even  now  the  living  bread  ; 

In  that  manger,  lo,  the  token     ^ 
Of  the  table  to  be  spread 

For  us  in  the  upper  room, 

When  the  longed-for  night  is  come. 

Rose  of  Sharon,  springing  sweetly 

In  this  sacred  solitude, 
Every  gracious  leaflet  fitly 

Folded  in  this  tender  bud  ; 
All  the  beauty  yet  concealed, 
All  the  fragrance  unrevealed. 

O'er  Thy  cradle  we  are  bending, 
Singing  low  our  song  of  love, 

Soon  to  sing  the  song  unending 
In  the  Bethlehem  above  ; 

Through  the  ages  gazing  on, 

Not  the  cradle,  but  the  throne. 


MADE  OF  A    WOMAN. 


fHatic  of  a  aHoman. 


HE   Christ  of  God  hath  come, 

Long  promised,  long  delayed  ! 
True  God,  from  heaven  He  cometh  down  ; 

True  man,  of  woman  made. 
The  Son  of  God  is  here  : 

O  fair  and  welcome  morn  ; 
God  manifest  in  flesh  hath  come, 

To  us  a  Child  is  born  ! 
In  lowliness  He  lies, 

That  blessed  Babe  of  heaven  ; 
Our  God  for  us  becometh  man, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  ! 


He  cometh  in  His  love, 
For  us  on  earth  to  live ; 

Bearing  the  burden  of  our  guilt, 
For  us  His  life  to  give. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


O  many-sided  love, 

So  boundless  and  so  free  ! 
Love  of  the  cradle  and  the  cross, 

What  joy  we  find  in  thee  ! 
He  cometh  in  His  grace, 

The  guilty  to  forgive  ; 
He  cometh  in  His  glorious  power, 

That  maketh  dead  men  live. 


He  comes  to  live  our  life, 

He  comes  to  weep  our  tears, 
To  give  us  sympathy  in  all 

Our  sorrows  and  our  fears. 
He  comes  to  die  our  death, 

To  enter  our  dark  tomb, 
To  conquer  our  last  enemy, 

And  rob  the  grave  of  gloom. 
He  cometh,  clothed  in  light, 

To  bid  our  darkness  flee  ; 
For  night  to  give  us  day,  for 
death 

His  immortality. 


The  Christ  of  God  we  sing, 
The  Babe  of  Bethlehem  ! 

And  on  His  infant  head  we  place 
The  royal  diadem. 


MADE  OF  A    WOMAN. 


The  crown  of  thorns  is  His, 

That  child  of  poverty, 
Who  on  this  earth  of  ours  can  find 

No  place  His  head  to  lay. 
The  crown  of  heaven  is  His, 

And  angels  own  Him  there. 
The  crown  of  earth  shall  yet  be  His, 

And  we  that  crown  shall  share. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


Wqz  jfareglofo. 


HE  angel  has  come  down, 

The  glory  now  has  shone, 
The  shepherds  see  the  light  and  hear  the  voice. 

Fear  not ;  behold  I  bring 

Glad  tidings  of  your  King  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  of  the  earth  rejoice. 


Sing  a  new  song  to-night, 
Sing  all  ye  stars  of  light, 
The  Lord  of  Glory  leaves  His  glorious  heaven. 
To  earth  behold  Him  come 
From  His  celestial  home  ; 
To  us  a  Child  is  born,  a  Son  is  given  ! 


O  music  of  the  past, 
The  sweetest  and  the  last 
Of  all  the  notes  of  ages  gone  is  this, 


THE  FOREGLOW. 


That  tells  of  the  great  birth, 
That  sings  of  peace  on  earth, 
And  man  restored  to  more  than  primal  bliss. 

O  lingering  night,  speed  on  ! 

Arise,  thou  golden  sun, 
And  bring  up  in  its  joy  the  day  of  days. 

When  the  eternal  Word, 

Creation's  King  and  Lord, 
Takes  flesh  that  He  may  flesh  to  glory  raise. 

0  wailing  winds,  be  still, 
O'er  sea  and  plain  and  hill ; 

O  storm  and  thunder,  cease  your  tumult,  cease  ; 

And  breathe,  thou  loving  gale, 

Thy  odours  soft  exhale, 
To  greet  the  coming  of  the  Prince  of  Peace.       *£& 

He  comes  to  breathe  our  air, 

Our  very  flesh  to  wear  ; 
He  comes  to  die  our  death,  to  bear  our  load  ; 

He  comes  to  still  our  fears, 

To  wipe  our  falling  tears, 
To  heal  and  bless,— Jesus,  the  Son  of  God  ! 

Upon  yon  silent  peak 

1  see  the  foreglow  break, 
That  tells  of  glory  earth  has  never  known  ; 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


The  glory  of  the  King, 
To  whom  all  tribes  shall  bring 
The  homage,  and  the  honour,  and  the  crown. 

Sing  out,  ye  sons  of  men, 

A  louder,  loftier  strain  ! 
Lift  up  your  voice,  O  happy  Bethlehem  ! 

Let  psalm  and  hymn  ascend, 

And  with  the  incense  blend 
Arising  from  thy  shrine,  Jerusalem ! 


THE  CHRIST  OF  THE  AGES. 


II 


ftfce  CJjrtst  of  tbe  Sges. 


00K,  child  of  time,  He  comes,  the  Son 
of  God! 
First  promise  to  the  fathers  from  of  old  ! 
is  steps,  through  the  long  ages,  marked 
with  blood, 
He   comes   to   die   the  death   so   long 
x      foretold. 
First  and  last  promise,  lo !   He  comes,  He 
comes, 
To  fight  our  battle,  crush  the  serpent's 
head, 
To  conquer  death,    to  burst  earth's  iron 
tombs, 
Himself  the  Lord  of  living  and  of  dead. 
The  prophet's  eye  is  dim, 

The  prophet's  lips  are  dumb, 
But  He,  the  prophet's  theme, 
The  woman's  seed,  has  come! 


1 2  HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 

Creation's  gladness,  hope  of  weary  man, 

How  clear  Thy  splendour,  though  but  seen  afar  ! 
Light  of  the  universe,  long  pale  and  wan, 

Now  rising  in  Thy  strength,  heaven's  sweetest  star. 
Son  of  the  Blessed,  lo  !  He  comes  at  last, 
The  songs  of  ages  are  in  Him  fulfilled, 
God  manifest  in  flesh.     The  night  is  past, 
And  the  true  day  begins  to  be  revealed. 
The  prophet's  eye  is  dim, 

The  prophet's  lips  are  dumb, 
But  He,  the  prophet's  theme, 
The  woman's  seed,  has  come  ! 

He  comes  to  bear  our  sins,  to  soothe  our  woe, 

To  die  the  death  which  only  He  can  die  ; 
To  do  the  work  which  only  He  can  do. 

And  lift  the  lost  one  to  the  land  on  high. 
With  crown  and  sceptre,  lo  !  He  comes  to  reign, 

As  Prince  of  Peace  to  sheathe  war's  wasting  sword ; 
With  glory,  honour,  blessing,  in  His  train, 

He  comes,  creation's  righteous  Heir  and  Lord. 
The  prophet's  eye  is  dim, 

The  prophet's  lips  are  dumb, 
But  He,  the  prophet's  theme, 
The  Son  of  God,  has  come  ! 


THE  SIGNAL  STAR. 


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tar. 


'ROM  the  far  East  we  come  ; 

In  these  soft  heavens  above 
We  mark  the  messenger  of  God, 

The  ensign  of  His  love. 
No  thunder  spoke  ;  we  heard 

No  voice  from  plain  or  height ; 
He  kindled  in  these  tranquil  skies 

A  gem  of  silent  light. 


Men  of  the  morning-land 

Are  we  ;  and  to  the  West 
We  turn,  that  we  may  follow  where 

Our  signal  star  shall  rest. 
Children  of  sunrise,  we 

A  brighter  sunrise  hail, 
Before  the  splendour  of  whose  rays 

This  sun  of  ours  grows  pale. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


We  come  to  seek  the  King  ; 

For  we  have  seen  His  star 
Moving  before  us  in  that  blue, 

And  beckoning  us  afar. 
A  gleam  of  glory  bright, 

An  angel  sent  from  God, 
It  led  us  out,  it  led  us  on, 

Along  the  shining  road. 


Show  us  the  King  we  seek, 

Show  us  the  new-born  King, 
That,  kneeling  at  His  cradle,  we 

To  Him  these  gifts  may  bring. 
Him  King  of  heaven  we  call, 

Him  King  of  earth  we  own  ; 
And  hail  the  day  when  He  shall  wear 

Of  heaven  and  earth  the  crown. 


MANIFOLD  LIGHT. 


JBantfoto  Htgfjt. 


IGHT  of  the  cradle  !  shine, 

With  the  full  glory  of  incarnate  love  : 
Reveal  the  tender  pity  of  our  God, 
Descending  from  above. 


Light  of  the  cross  !  shine  forth, 
Where  He  who  took  our  death  upon 
Him  died, 
That  life  might  freely  to  the  dead  flow 
forth 

From  Him,  the  crucified. 


Light  of  the  empty  tomb  ! 

Where  for  three  days  our  mighty  Surety  lay, 
Pledge  of  the  penalty  for  ever  paid, 
The  darkness  passed  away. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Light  of  the  risen  Christ, 

In  whose  bright  rising  we  our  rising  see, 
Let  thy  sweet  splendour  cheer,  and  point  us  to 
Our  morn  of  victory  ! 

Light  of  the  coming  King, 

Of  Him  who  cometh  to  put  on  the  crown 
He  won  for  us  and  for  Himself,  oh,  shine 
With  radiance  all  thine  own  ! 

Light  of  the  glory,  shine  ! 

The  splendour  of  the  undimmed  heaven  above, 
The  glory  of  our  God  and  of  the  Lamb, 
The  Sun  of  joy  and  love. 

Light  of  the  city,  shine  ! 

The  New  Jerusalem,  with  gems  and  gold  ; 
The  holy  beauty  of  thy  wondrous  walls, 
And  gladness  all  untold. 


HE  MUST  INCREASE^  I  MUST  DECREASE.       I  7 


f^e  must  Increase,  31  must  Decrease. 


E    must   grow   greater,    I    grow   less    and 
less  : 
I  like  the  mist  which  o'er  the  mountain 
flies, 
And  in  the  rising  glory  vanishes  ; 

He  like  the  sun  in  yon  fair  morning 
skies ; — 
Amen,  amen,  I  would  not  have  it  other- 
wise. 


His  name  among  the  nations  shall  go  forth, 
Above  all  names  that  earth  has  ever  known  ; 

A  name  for  ages,  name  of  matchless  worth, 
Enduring  when  each  other  name  is  gone, 

And  this  poor  name  of  mine  to  dark  oblivion  thrown. 
B 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


His  story  over  earth  shall  yet  be  told, 

A  story  for  the  universe  to  hear, — 
A  wondrous  story,  which  shall  ne'er  grow  old, 

But  fresher  yet  shall  grow,  and  yet  more  dear, 
When  my  brief  tale  is  told  of  sin  and  want  and  fear. 

His  love,  the  more  than  sunshine  for  all  things 

And  beings,  or  above  or  here  below, 
Shall  fly  abroad  on  everlasting  wings, 

Gladdening  all  space  and  time  with  its  swift  flow, 
Till  this  cold  love  of  mine  be  lost  in  its  bright  glow. 

His  voice,  that  fills  the  heaven  of  heavens  with  bliss, — 
The  more  than  music  of  each  listening  ear, 

Itself  the  melody  of  melodies, — 

Swells  out  o'er  space,  entrancing  sphere  on  sphere, 

Till  this  frail  voice  of  mine  is  hushed  with  love  and  fear. 

His  throne,  before  whose  majesty  so  few 

On  earth  now  bow,  shall  be  of  thrones  the  throne, 

Its  splendour  ever  bright  and  ever  new ; 
While  on  His  head  there  rests  the  eternal  crown, 

When  from  each  brow  of  earth  the  glittering  gold  has 
gone. 


THE   VICTOR. 


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V^ 


(JTfje  Fitter. 


Inferni  claustra  penetrans, 

Tuos  captivos  redimens, 
Victor  triumpho  nobili 

Ad  dextram  Patris  residens.' 

Old  Hymn. 


ICTOR  of  night ! 
And  all  that  night  contains  of  storm  and 
gloom, 
Who  here  below  didst  battle  with  the 
might 
Of  the  world's  shadows,  and  didst  overcome 
The  ruler  of  the  darkness  and  the  night ; 
Oh,  grant  to  us  to  share  Thy  victory, 
Thus  won  for  us  upon  the  mortal  tree, 
That  we  may  walk  in  light  ! 


Victor  of  death  ! 

Who  hast  gone  down  into  man's  cheerless  tomb, 

The  chamber  of  his  cold  mortality, 
To  meet  the  sentence  and  reverse  the  doom, 

To  spoil  the  heartless  spoiler  of  his  prey, 


20  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

That  we  may  taste,  not  death,  but  life  alone, 
The  heavenly  life  of  the  Victorious  One  ; — 
Children  of  life  and  faith  ! 

Victor  of  sin  ! 

And  all  the  evil  that  man's  sin  hath  wrought, — 

The  severance  from  God,  the  empty  heart, 
The  dread  and  the  unrest  which  guilt  hath  brought, 
The  fever  of  the  conscience,  the  slow  smart 
Of  life,  with  all  its  conflict  and  its  toil, — 
Oh,  share  with  us  the  conquest  and  the  spoil 
Which  Thou  for  us  didst  win  ! 

Victor  of  hell ! 

Whose  iron  portals  seemed  to  mock  Thy  power ; 

Whose  king,  with  all  his  legions,  issued  forth 
To  measure  strength  with  Thee  in  that  dark  hour 
When  the  dread  battle  between  heaven  and  earth 
And  lowest  hell  was  to  be  lost  or  won, — 
Oh,  grant  that  we,  wearing  the  Victor's  crown, 
May  in  His  city  dwell  ! 


THE  SONG  OF  LIFE. 


&\}t  Song  of  ILtfe. 


I  WEET  song  of  life  !  oh,  sound  again, — 
Sound  in  this  realm  of  death  and  pain, 
A  louder,  sweeter,  fuller  strain  ! 

Sweet  song  of  life  !  breathe  out  again 
Thy  low,  long,  lingering  refrain, 
And  bind  us  in  thy  blessed  chain. 

Be  it  a  song  of  sympathies, 
Knitting  together  good  and  wise, 
As  wave  o'er  wave  its  ripples  rise. 


A  varied,  ever-winding  song, 
To  which  all  cadences  belong, 
Plaintive  or  glad,  serene  or  strong  ; 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


The  relics  of  an  ancient  lay, 
The  sunshine  of  an  August  day, 
The  grandeur  of  great  minstrelsy. 

Be  it  a  song  the  soul  to  fill, 
Its  tumults  to  control  or  still, 
To  nerve  the  ever-trembling  will. 

Song  of  the  everlasting  age  ! 

Our  children's  children's  heritage  ; 

Song  of  the  mighty  pilgrimage  ! 


Song  of  the  future  and  the  past, 
Of  love  that  shall  for  ever  last, 
O'er  us  thy  spell  celestial  cast. 

Oh  !  die  not  down,  but  sweetly  rise 
Above  the  jar  of  broken  sighs, 
Above  earth's  din  of  angry  cries. 


Come  up  and  fill  the  happy  air, 
Chime  in  with  all  the  good  and  fair, 
Oh !  chime  away  all  sin  and  care. 


THE  SONG  OF  LIFE. 


Awake  !  as  once  in  Eden's  bloom, 
When  Paradise  contained  no  tomb, 
Thy  healing  melody  resume. 

Pervade  this  being  with  thy  strain, 
Charm  from  our  limbs  this  binding  chain, 
Let  all  this  soul  be  song  again. 

Dear  song  of  life  !  pass  not  away  ; 
Fair  music  of  eternal  day, 
For  ever,  ever  with  us  stay ! 

Filled  with  thy  solemn  melody 
Let  sky  and  earth,  let  land  and  sea, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  be  ! 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


j^ot  ffljme,  but  Gfljee  I 


OT  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee 
I  seek,  O  infinite,  eternal  Lord  ! 

Not  these  Thy  earthly  gifts,  though 
fair  to  see 
And   sweet  to  taste, — the   gifts   which 
Thou  hast  poured 
Into  my  lap  to  tell  Thou  lovest  me ; — 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 


Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 

The  flowers  are  beautiful,  the  stars  are  bright, 

The  mountains  flash  their  crowns  of  royal  snow  ; 
The  blue  arch  shines  undimmed  both  day  and  nig^t, 
The  streams  make  music  in  their  blithesome  flow. 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 


Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 

The  gold  that  gleams  in  earth's  unmeasured  mines, 
The  gems  that  hide  beneath  the  ancient  main  ; 


NOT  THINE,  BUT  THEE  I  25 

The  fruit  that  droppeth  from  a  thousand  vines, 
The  yellow  sheaves  of  August's  sunny  grain. 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 

Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 
The  sun  walks  round  in  daily  majesty 
His  azure  path  of  glory  and  of  love  ; 
The  moon,  in  sweet  and  silent  purity, 
Floats  softly  o'er  us  like  a  silver  dove. 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 

Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 
The  face  and  voice  of  friendship,  oh,  how  sweet  ! 

Hand  clasped  in  hand,  and  eye  still  meeting  eye, 
And  love  to  love  still  beating,  and  to  beat, — 
These  are  Thy  gifts  descending  from  on  high. 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 

Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 
Thyself  I  seek,  O  Thou  my  God  and  Lord  ! 

Thy  face  of  love  I  still  would  gaze  upon, 
That  into  this  dark  soul  there  may  be  poured 
The  brightness  of  the  everlasting  sun.        ,)'* 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 
Thy  love  and  beauty,  O  my  gracious  God, 
The  peace  and  joy  from  the  eternal  well 
I  seek,  and  on  my  dreary,  toilsome  road 

I  drink  the  streams  that  round  me  shine  and  swell. 
Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee  ! 


C- 


BENEATH  HIS  WING. 


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Beneati)  f&is  min%. 

"COME,  I  rest  beneath 

The  shadow  of  Thy  wing, 
That  I  may  know 
How  good  it  is 
There  to  abide — 
How  safe  its  sheltering. 


I  lean  upon  the  cross, 

When  fainting  by  the  way  ; 
It  bears  my  weight, 
It  holds  me  up, 
It  cheers  my  soul, 
It  turns  my  night  to  day. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


I  clasp  the  outstretched  hand 
Of  my  delivering  Lord  ; 

Unto  His  arm 

I  link  myself, 

His  arm  divine  ; 
It  doth  me  help  afford. 

I  hear  the  gracious  words 
He  speaketh  to  my  soul ; 
They  whisper  rest, 
They  banish  fear, 
They  say,  '  Be  strong  ; ' 
They  make  my  spirit  whole. 

I  look,  and  live,  and  love  ; 
I  listen  to  the  voice 
Saying  to  me 
That  God  is  love, 
That  God  is  light  ; 
I  listen  and  rejoice  ! 


COMPLETE  IN  HIM. 


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Complete  in  ^tnu 


E  bore  the  sin  ! 

Alone  He  bore  the  load  ; 

For  us  He  drank  the  cup, — 
Jesus,  the  Son  of  God. 
He  bore  the  sin  ! 

He  paid  the  debt  ! 

He  paid  it  with  His  blood  ; 
Each  claim  He  satisfied — 

All  that  we  owe  to  God. 
He  paid  the  debt  ! 


He  made  the  peace  ! 

He  silences  each  fear  ; 
He  is  Himself  the  peace, 

By  blood  He  brings  us  near. 
He  made  the  peace  ! 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY, 


He  did  the  work  ! 

The  law  He  magnified  ; 
Our  lifetime's  failure  He 

Hath  gloriously  supplied. 
He  did  the  work  ! 


The  foe  He  fought  ! 

Our  foe  and  His  He  slew; 
He  leads  us  in  the  war, 

Almighty  to  subdue. 
The  foe  He  fought ! 

He  won  the  life  ! 

Life  by  His  death  He  won  ; 
That  life  He  giveth  us, 

The  glory  and  the  crown 
He  won  the  life  ! 


DEAD  AXD  ALIVE. 


Drati  anli  SHito. 


EAD  unto  sin  through  Him  who  died, 
Who  rose,  and  has  gone  up  on  high  ; 
Through  Him  I  live  to  righteousness, 
Through  Him  to  God  I  am  brought  nigh. 
O  Holy  Spirit,  shed  abroad 
In  me  the  love  and  peace  of  God. 

Dead  unto  self  through  Him  who  died, 

And  dying  broke  the  chains  of  sin, 
I  rise  to  run  the  glorious  race, 
And  the  eternal  prize  to  win. 
O  Holy  Spirit,  shed  abroad 
In  me  the  love  and  peace  of  God. 


Dead  to  the  law  through  Him  who  died, 
In  whom  that  law  fulfilled  I  see  ; 

Through  whom  I  in  that  law  delight, 
Its  righteousness  fulfilled  in  me. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


O  Holy  Spirit,  shed  abroad 

In  me  the  love  and  peace  of  God. 

Dead  to  the  world  through  Him  who  died, 

Nailed  with  my  Lord  to  yonder  tree  ; 
Now  am  I  crucified  to  it, 
And  it  is  crucified  to  me. 

O  Holy  Spirit,  shed  abroad. 

In  me  the  love  and  peace  of  God. 

Dead  to  the  flesh  through  Him  who  died, 

Our  trust  in  it  has  passed  away ; 
We  worship  in  the  Spirit  now, 
Free  to  rejoice  and  to  obey. 

O  Holy  Spirit,  shed  abroad 

In  me  the  love  and  peace  of  God. 


FOLLOW  THOU  ME. 


H 


loiioto  tfjou  ]Hr, 


FOLLOW  Thee,  O  gracious  Son  of  God  ! 
£      Nor  man  nor  angel  can  be  guide  to  me  ; 
Thou  only  leadest  on  the  narrow  road, 

And  whither  Thou  hast  ^one  I  follow  Thee. 


K  Through  good  report  and  bad  I  would  press  on, 
In  sorrow  and  in  joy  on  Thee  would  lean  ; 
Give  me  the  faith  that  sees  the  battle  won, 
And  places  me  amid  the  bright  unseen. 


When  all  is  calm,  I  clasp  Thy  loving  hand. 
<^yTZ  When  storms  encompass  me,  in  Thee  I  hide; 

Peril  is  safety  when  in  Thee  I  stand, 
/  f  \        Darkness  is  light  when  Thou  art  at  my  side. 

\~~^  Fightings  without  and  fears  within  I  have, 
I  For  this  is  not  the  kingdom  nor  the  home  ; 

In  every  conflict  make  me  true  and  brave, 
In  Thee  and  th?'o?igk  Thee  may  I  overcome. 
C 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


In  days  of  weakness  give  Thy  strength  to  me, 
In  hours  of  weariness  be  Thou  my  rest ; 

When  earthly  love  gives  way,  still  let  me  be 
In  Thy  unfailing  love  divinely  blest. 

Let  Thy  perfection  wholly  cover  me, 
Absorbing  all  my  darkness  in  Thy  light; 

Transfiguring  this  low  deformity 
Into  a  comeliness  divine  and  bright. 


AT  EASE  IN  ZIOX. 


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&t  (Ease  in  Eton. 

T  ease  in  Zion !     What  are  souls  to  him  ? 

He  rests  on  roses,  while  the  world  is  dying  ; 
Millions  are  passing  on  to  their  long  doom. 

The  nations  in  profoundest  darkness  lying. 
For  love  and  help  and  healing  vainly  to   us 
crying. 

At  ease  in  Zion !     Can  a  soul  redeemed. 

That  should,  while  here,  be  solemn  vigils  keeping. 
Sit  idly  on  its  couch  of  luxury, 

When  the  world  lies  in  saddest  slumber  sleeping, 
In  pleasure's  deepest  draught  its  senses  madly 
steeping  ? 


At  ease  in  Zion  !     Where  is  then  the  cross, 

The  Master's  cross,  all  pain  and  shame  defying  ? 

Where  is  the  true  disciple's  cross  and  cup. 
The  daily  conflict  and  the  daily  dying, 

The  fearless  front  of  faith,  the  noble  self-denying  ? 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


At  ease  in  Zion  !     Shall  no  sense  of  shame 
Arouse  us  from  our  self-indulgent  dreaming  ? 

No  pity  for  the  world  ?     No  love  to  Him 
Who  braved  life's  sorrow  and  man's  disesteeming, 

Us  to  God's  light  and  joy  by  His  dark  death  redeeming? 


THE  TRAIXIXG. 


2E|je  Eraimng. 

(from  the  dutch.) 

E LOVED  children,  let  the  Master  train  you  ! 

Surely  to  you  He  meaneth  nothing  ill  ; 
His  love  to  you  can  never  know  decreasing. 
He  knoweth  what  He  does, — 'tis  wisdom  still. 
Patience  in  heavy  days  of  dark  distress 
Works  out  for  you  the  heavenly  blessed- 
ness. 


At  last  to  enter  the  eternal  glory, 

The  dross  of  earth,  and  all  life's  base  alloy. 
For  ever  purged  by  the  Divine  Refiner  ; 
Ah,  this  is  bliss  !  this  is  of  joys  the  joy  ! 

God's  dearest  child  is  he  who,  longest  tried, 
Thus  enters  in,  refined  and  purified. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVTTY. 


^AA 


^<il3k 


*  Eije  Jtllofoslnp  of  t\\t  ©nsfeen. 

OT  far  from  any  one  of  us,  O  Lord, 
But  near,  and  ever  near,  to  us  art  Thou. 
To  Thee  we  pay  the  love,  the  praise, 
j^.  the  vow, 

In  heaven  and  earth  exalted  and  adored. 


Nearest  of  all  that  are  to  us  most  near, 
Of  matter  or  of  spirit,  seen,  unseen  ; 
Nothing  to  sever  or  to  come  between, 

Dearest  of  all  thai:  are  to  us  most  dear. 


No  love,  O  loving  Lord,  no  love  like  Thine  ! 
Fullest  and  sweetest  of  all  loves  that  fill 
The  human  heart  or  mould  the  human  will 

Replenish  us  with  this  Thy  love  divine. 


THE  FELLOWSHIP  OF  THE  UNSEEN. 

To  know  the  love  that  passeth  knowledge,  this 
Is  the  ambition  of  our  longing  heart. 
Deny  us  not ;  God  of  our  life,  impart 

This  fulness  of  true  joy,  this  sum  of  bliss  ! 


Sunshine  is  near,  but  not  so  near  as  Thou  ; 

The  air  we  breathe  is  near,  Thou  nearer  still ; 

This  earth  is  near,  with  stream,  and  wood,  and  hill, 
Thou  nearer  than  all  nearnesses  below. 


This  hand  I  clasp,  this  well-known  face  I  see  :     c 
How  close  the  union  that  makes  up  the  whole~X=j^ 
Of  human  oneness,  knitting  soul  to  soul  !    r^jp  "tvj 

But  all  is  distance  when  compared  with  Thee      ru 

JP 

In  Thee  we  live  and  move,  in  Thee  we  are  ; 

Nearer  art  Thou  than  we  can  think  or  deem.    Jh$< 
Thy  nearness  is  no  nearness  of  a  dream,  ^J  p 

We  cannot  turn  the  near  into  the  far.  *'  ) 

Oh,  take  our  hand,  and  clasp  it  close  in  Thine  !     ; 

Oh,  speak  to  us,  as  now  we  speak  to  Thee  ! 

We  would  not  though  we  could  Thy  presence  flee  ; 
Give  us  each  hour  Thy  fellowship  divine. 


4o 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Oh,  love  us,  bless  us,  bind  us  to  Thy  side, 

Make  our  communion  yet  more  warm  and  sweet, 
Even  here  on  this  cold  earth,  until  we  meet 

Where  all  is  perfected  and  glorified. 

The  age  of  the  unseen  will  soon  be  done, 

The  day  of  conscious  nearness  comes  apace  ; 
Then  shall  we  see  Thee  fully  face  to  face, 

Then  shall  we  know  Thee  even  as  we  are  known. 


'  $Hm 


THE  HIDDEN  HERITAGE. 


4* 


Cijc  fifo&en  Jlerttage* 


'  It  seems  to  me  true  that  the  extreme  regions  of  the  earth,  which 
surround  and  shut  up  within  themselves  all  other  countries,  produce 
the  things  which  men  reckon  the  most  beautiful  and  rarest'  (to 
ku/.Xkttx  Mi  o-rxv  turner  at). — Herodotus,  Thalia,  sec.  116. 

Our  wealth  is  from  afar, 

Beyond  the  setting  star, 
Above  the  blue  of  noonday's  dazzling  dome  ; 

Outside  the  azure  screen 

Which  hides  the  deep  unseen, 
Where  only  angels'  feet  may  go  and  come. 

The  precious  things  of  earth 

Have  their  mysterious  birth 
Within  the  rock-veins  of  untravelled  lands 

There  God  hath  hidden  them, 

Each  fire- begotten  gem, 
In  mines  that  mock  our  eager  eyes 
and  hands. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Our  silver  and  our  gold, 
Unmeasured  and  untold. 

Are  all  outside  of  us,  beyond  our  skill 
To  make  or  to  unmake, — 
We  toil,  we  sleep,  we  wake, 

Needy  and  weary,  yet  unsated  still. 


Our  joys,  like  polar  light, 

Gleam  in  the  wintriest  night !  ^^ 

(A 

Or,  like  the  melody  of  distant  chimes,  V "  ^ 
Steal  down  the  solemn  air,  <^ 

A  heavenly  messenger,  ^ 

To  bring  the  tidings  of  untraversed  climes. 

The  light  in  which  we  move 

Has  its  fair  fount  above  ;  ~A 

Not  to  this  misty  globe  does  it  belong. 

From  shores  without  a  name 

The  stranger-glory  came, 
To  be  to  man  a  torch,  a  star,  a  song. 


We  are  all  pris'ners  here, 

Chained  to  this  lower  sphere  : 
That  starry  network  girdles  us  all  round. 

O  strange  captivity  ! 

We  would,  but  cannot  fly  ; 
We  would,  but  cannot  quit  this  mortal  ground. 


THE  HIDDEN  HERITAGE. 


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Poor  children  of  the  dust, 

We  sit  in  silent  trust, 
Receiving  all  things  precious  from  on  high, 

Which  drop  each  pensive  day 

Upon  our  quiet  way, 
From  the  great  treasure-land  beyond  that  sky. 


The  voice  that  beckons  us, 

Divine  and  marvellous, 
Unfaltering  in  its  message  and  its  tone, 

Is  from  the  holy  height, 

Beyond  all  fancy's  flight, 
Where  sits  in  glory  the  Eternal  One. 


f 
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J 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Cije  Htflfjt  of  iLtfe. 


fjh>  HE  Living  One  hath  died  ! 

Upon  the  altar  bleeds  the  sacrifice  ; 
The  Lamb  without  a  blemish  and  a  spot 

Upon  that  altar  lies. 
In  love  that  death  He  died, 

For  us  the  everlasting  work  was  done  ; 
And  in  that  death  of  death  our  death  He  slew, 
The  Life  our  life  hath  won  ! 
O  Life  !  O  Light  !  how  vast  a  debt  to  Thee, 
What  praise  we  owe  for  such  a  victory  ! 


The  Light  of  life  hath  risen  ! 

All  splintered  lies  the  mortal  prison-bar 
That  tried  to  fetter  the  Almighty  Life, 

And  bind  the  Morning  Star  ! 
That  Star  hath  risen,  and  shines 

In  ever- widening  brightness  in  yon  sky  ; 


THE  LIGHT  OF  LIFE. 


Fairest  and  sweetest,  never  more  to  set, 
Or  leave  its  home  on  high. 
O  Star  of  stars,  O  Light  of  lights,  shed  down 
Thy  splendour  here,  unrivalled  and  alone  ! 

No  darkness  now  we  dread, 

No  sickness  and  no  death  or  death-bed  gloom 
The  risen  Light  has  lighted  up  our  sky, 

The  risen  Life  our  tomb. 
Night,  whither  art  thou  gone? 

We  look  for  thee,  but  only  find  the  day  ; 
Thy  canopy  of  tempest  and  of  cloud 
Has  passed  in  light  away. 
O  death,  O  night,  for  ever,  ever  past  ! 
Morn  of  the  living,  Thou  hast  come  at  last  ! 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


M^ 


SRje  Crg  of  tije  ileetig- 

(THE  annual  intercession.) 

LL  the  earth  this  day  is  crying 

To  the  Lord  of  all  the  earth  ; 
All  Thy  churches,  Lord,  are  pleading, 

As  they  wait  the  glorious  birth. — 
Birth  of  the  new  earth  and  heavens, 

Long  deferred,  but  promised  long, — 
Birth  of  nations  to  the  glory 

That  shall  fill  all  lands  with  song. 

Never  was  the  world  more  needy, 

Human  hearts  more  sad  and  poor ; 
Crying  blindly  for  a  healer, 

Seeking  not  the  heavenly  cure. 
Never  was  the  harvest  greater ; 

Yet  the  reapers,  where  are  they  ? 
Far  and  few,  where  most  are  needed, 

Fainting  in  the  heat  of  day. 


THE  CRY  OF  THE  NEEDY. 


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Never  did  the  world  shine  brighter, 

With  its  beauty  and  its  love, 
Drawing  souls  within  its  circle 

From  the  joys  and  songs  above. 
Never  did  the  great  ensnarer 

Spread  his  spells  with  wiser  skill, 
Turning  light  to  darkness,  mingling 

Sweet  and  bitter,  good  and  ill. 


Father,  in  this  day  of  weakness, 

Weary  hand,  and  fainting  knee, 
In  this  hour  of  fear  and  darkness, 

Now  for  help  we  turn  to  Thee  ! 
Let  the  sighing  of  the  needy 

Come  into  Thy  listening  ear ; 
Let  Thy  people,  in  their  pleading, 

Know  Thee  gracious,  find  Thee  near  ! 

These  our  cries  of  sin  and  weakness 

On  Thy  mercy-seat  we  lay, 
To  Thy  heavenly  love  appealing, 

There  we  leave  them,  Lord,  this  day. 
There  the  sprinkled  blood  shall  own  them 

As  we  lay  them  at  Thy  feet, 
Perfumed  with  the  priestly  fragrance. 

Incense  ever  pure  and  sweet.  \J 


W 


til 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIV1TY. 


Golden  vials  full  of  odours, 

Sending  up  their  fragrant  breath, 
Bear  into  Thy  heavenly  temple 

These  our  broken  cries  beneath.     ^ 
From  that  temple  where  He  dwelleth, 

He  our  Priest  and  King  above, 
Let  the  never-ending  answer 

Daily  come  in  joy  and  love. 

For  the  earth,  with  all  its  kingdoms 

Far  and  near,  this  day  we  cry  ; 
Light  of  light,  dispel  the  darkness 

With  the  Dayspring  from  on  high 
For  Thy  Church  of  every  nation, 

For  each  saint  on  earth  we  plead ; 
Give  the  fulness  of  Thy  Spirit, 

Give  the  life  and  light  we  need. 


Unto  Him,  then,  who  is  able 

Thus  to  do  for  us  this  day 
Far  beyond  what  we  can  ask  for, 

Unto  Him  be  praise  for  aye. 
Praise  to  the  Eternal  Father, 

Praise  to  the  Eternal  Son, 
Praise  to  the  Eternal  Spirit, 

Praises  to  the  Three  in  One  ! 


NOT  IN  VAIN. 


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$ot  in  Fain. 

tarries  long,  and  seems  to  say, 

God  hath  forgotten  me  ; 
Yet  shall  it  come,  and  when  it  comes, 

Good  shall  the  answer  be. 

5^3    It  seemeth  sad  so  long  to  watch, 
Thus  tossed  on  stormy  sea  ; 
But  day  shall  break,  and  when  it  comes, 
Good  shall  the  answer  be. 

Weary  of  sin  and  strife,  the  soul 

Cries  out  in  vain  to  Thee  ; 
Yet  not  in  vain, — deliverance  comes  ; 

Good  shall  the  answer  be. 

The  night  is  long,  the  sky  is  dark, 

In  vain  we  bow  the  knee, 
Pleading  for  light  :  it  comes  at  last ; 
Good  shall  the  answer  be. 
D 


50  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

The  battle  goes  against  us,  yet 

We  fight  and  will  not  flee  ', 
Help,  Lord  !     He  hears ;  and  when  it  comes, 

Good  shall  the  answer  be. 

How  long  !  the  Church  thus  pleads 

In  hours  of  agony ; 
But  not  in  vain,  her  cry  is  heard : 

Good  shall  the  answer  be. 

How  long  !  creation  cries  in  bonds, 

Still  longing  to  be  free  ; 
The  groan  is  heard,  and  when  it  comes, 

Good  shall  the  answer  be. 


THE  SILENCE  OF  FAITH. 


W$t  Silence  of  tfaitij. 

1  In  se  magna  ruunt.' — Lucan,  i.  8i. 

I  CANNOT  master  time  and  space, 

Nor  bid  the  impetuous  ages  stay  ; 
I  cannot  alter  noon  and  night, 

Nor  turn  the  shadows  into  day. 
I  may  not  span  the  unmeasured  vast, 

Nor  grasp  the  Pleiads  in  my  hand  ; 
The  far  and  near,  the  great  and  small 

I  see,  but  cannot  understand. 
Helpless  I  sit,  hemmed  in  by  power 

And  will  superior  to  my  own, 
Touched  on  all  sides  by  laws  unseen, 

Controlled  by  all,  controlling  none  ; 
Yet  I  can  lean  on  Him  who  guides, 
Of  sky  and  sea  the  obedient  tides. 


^£l  cannot  bid  the  tomb  disgorge 

The  trophies  of  the  tyrant's  power  ; 
3Z3l  cannot  charm  the  spoiler's  hate, 

Nor  flush  again  one  pallid  flower. 


A\ 


52 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Mortal  amid  the  mortal  here, 

I  mourn  the  silent,  sad  decay 
Of  all  that  makes  earth  beautiful, 

But  cannot  bid  one  radiance  stay. 
Fain  would  I  loose  the  chain  of  ill 

That  fettereth  this  tortured  earth, 
Yet  I  can  but  its  wrongs  and  woes 

Commit  to  Him  who  gave  it  birth. 
And  to  the  Living  One  1  fly 
For  health  and  immortality. 


The  current  of  one  human  will 

Is  far  too  strong  for  me  to  stem  ; 
The  currents  of  a  thousand  wills, 

How  can  I  hope  to  baffle  them  ? 
I  cannot  alter  right  and  wrong, 

Nor  change  the  false  into  the  true  ; 
I  cannot  judge  the  Judge  of  all, 

His  thoughts,  His  ways,  His  words  review. 
He  speaks  !  I  hear  !  O  voice  supreme, 

Beyond  all  voices  sweet,  sublime  ! 
He  th'  eternal  wise  and  true, 

I  the  bemisted  child  of  time. 
To  him  in  foolishness  I  come, 
Before  Him  reverent  and  dumb. 


THE  SILENCE  OF  FAITH. 


53 


I  see  the  years  like  billows  break 

Upon  the  passive  strand  of  time, 
And  as  they  break,  sweep  off  in  turn 

Man's  works  of  every  age  and  clime. 
Who,  what  am  I  amid  the  wreck 

Of  all  this  beauty,  love,  and  power, 
O'er  which  I  weep,  but  whose  decay 

I  cannot  hinder  for  an  hour  ? 
The  true  is  never  obsolete, 

The  never  old  is  never  stale  ; 
I  guard  the  gold  of  ancient  mines, 

And  gather  gems,  though  few  and  pale  ; 
I  call  them  fair — as  fair  as  when 
They  dropped  from  God's  bright  heaven  for 
men. 


54 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


ear,  anU  gout  £cmis  sijall  libe. 


►EFUSE  Him  not,  O  man  ! 

He  bids  thee  seek  His  face  ; 
»  He  beckons  thee  to  come  and  taste 
The  riches  of  His  grace. 

Was  ever  grace  like  His, 

So  boundless  and  so  free  ? 
Grace  for  the  guiltiest, 
Grace  for  thee  ! 

Reject  Him  not,  Oman! 

He  speaketh  from  above  ; 
He  offers  thee  Himself,  and  all 
The  fulness  of  His  love. 
Was  ever  love  like  His, 

So  boundless  and  so  free  ? 
Love  for  the  sinfullest, 
Love  for  thee  ! 


HEAR,  AND  YOUR  SOULS  SHALL  LLVE. 


55 


Resist  Him  not,  0  man  ! 

He  lays  His  hand  divine 
Upon  thy  head  in  love,  and  says, 
*  Let  all  my  peace  be  thine  ! ' 
Was  ever  peace  like  His, 

So  boundless  and  so  free  ? 
Peace  to  the  fearfullest, 
Peace  to  thee  ! 


Close  not  thine  ear,  O  man  ! 

With  sin  and  toil  oppressed  ; 
He  speaks  to  thee  in  love  :  '  Oh,  come, 
And  I  will  give  you  rest ! ' 
Was  ever  rest  like  His, 

So  boundless  and  so  free  ? 
Rest  for  the  weariest, 
Pvest  for  thee  ! 


+ 


56 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


in  1&im* 


IE  still,  lie  still, 

At  foot  of  yonder  cross  ; 
0  troubled  heart, 

Exchange  all  gain  for  loss, 
All  loss  for  gain. 

Part  with  thy  earthly  dross, 
Each  idol  slay 

That  would  the  soul  engross. 

Lay  down  thy  load 

Upon  yon  silent  stone, 
Where  lay  thy  Lord, 

Alone,  yet  not  alone, 
In  holy  death, 

His  mighty  work  all  done, 
The  ransom  paid, 

Th'  eternal  triumph  won. 


ALL  IN  HIM. 


57 


Bury  thy  sin 

In  that  deep,  awful  grave 
From  which  thy  Lord — 

Who  death  for  death  there  gave,  V   j 
That  thou  in  Him 

Might'st  resurrection  have — 
Arose  in  life, 

To  quicken  and  to  save. 


Fret  not  thyself 

With  needless  grief  and  care, 
For  not  thy  guilt 

Alone  He  took  and  bare, 
But  all  the  tears 

And  sighs  upon  Him  were, 
Of  which  each  son 

Of  Adam  is  the  heir. 


58 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


€ge  to  fflfge. 

*E  looks  on  us,  we  look  on  Him, 
Our  eyes  with  His  are  meeting  ; 
.  He  greets  us  with  His  holy  smile, 
And  we  give  back  the  greeting. 

He  speaks  the  well-known,  l  Come  to  me/ 

We  come  without  delaying  ; 
He  takes  our  hand,  we  His,  our  will 

His  gentle  touch  obeying. 

He  leaneth  upon  us,  and  we 

Upon  His  arm  are  leaning  ; 
He  speaks  to  us,  we  speak  to  Him, 

No  distance  intervening. 


He  gives  His  pledge,  He  taketh  ours : 
No  word  of  His  He  breaketh  ; 


EYE  TO  EYE. 


59 


He  keepeth,  and  will  keep  us  still 
Till  the  bright  morn  awaketh. 

He  waits  for  us,  we  wait  for  Him, 
Our  home  He  is  preparing  ; 

We  in  His  joy  rejoicing,  He 
Our  joy  for  ever  sharing. 


6o 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


get  tfjere  is  iftoom* 

ET  there  is  room  !    The  Lamb's  bright  hall 


of  song, 
>  With  its  fair  glory,  beckons  thee  along. 
91        Room,  room,  still  room ;   oh,  enter,  enter 
now  ! 

Day  is  declining,  and  the  sun  is  low, 
The  shadows  lengthen,  light  makes  haste  to  go. 
Room,  room,  still  room ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 

The  bridal  hall  is  filling  for  the  feast  ; 
Pass  in,  pass  in,  and  be  the  Bridegroom's  guest. 
Room,  room,  still  room  ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 

It  fills,  it  fills,  that  hall  of  jubilee  ; 
Make  haste,  make  haste,  'tis  not  too  full  for  thee. 
Room,  room,  still  room  ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 


YET  THERE  IS  ROOM.  6 1 

Yet  there  is  room  !     Still  open  stands  the  gate— 
The  gate  of  love  ;  it  is  not  yet  too  late. 

Room,  room,  still  room  ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 

Oh,  enter  in  !     That  banquet  is  for  thee  ; 
That  cup  of  everlasting  joy  is  free. 
Room,  room,  still  room  ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 

All  heaven  is  there,  all  joy  ;  go  in,  go  in  \ 
The  angels  beckon  thee  the  prize  to  win. 

Room,  room,  still  room  ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 

Louder  and  sweeter  sounds  the  loving  call ; 
Come,  lingerer,  come,  enter  that  festal  hall. 
Room,  room,  still  room  ;  oh,  enter,  enter  now  ! 

Ere  night  that  gate  may  close,  and  seal  thy  doom ; 

Then  the  last,  low,  long  cry,  '  No  room,  no  room  ! ' 

No  room,  no  room  ;  O  woful  cry,  '  No  room  ! ' 


62 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


B^fmitteO  Companionship* 


PON  this  earth  we  lived  and  loved  ; 

Ours  was  a  fellowship  of  light  : 
The  outer  circle  might  be  dark, 

But  all  within  was  fair  and  bright— 
A  day  without  a  night  ! 


rThe  friendship  grew  apace,  and  heart 
Was  knit  to  heart  each  gentle  day 
With  closer  bonds  of  truth,  which  seemed 
As  if  they  never  could  decay. 
Years  stole  in  light  away  ! 


The  earth  was  bright  to  us  ;  the  sky 
Bent  overhead  in  beauty ;  all 

Around  us  was  a  paradise. 

Our  sun  knew  neither  cloud  nor  fall ; 
Life  was  one  festival ! 


RE-KNITTED  COMPANIONSHIP.  63 

We  said,  as  onward  still  we  walked, 
4  This  oneness  cannot  change  or  fade  ; 

To-morrow  shall  be  as  to-day, 

With  brightness  everywhere  inlaid.' 
Our  spirits  knew  no  shade. 

With  never-weary  feet  we  swept 

The  dewy  dawn,  or  at  sweet  eve 
Wandered  at  will ;  life's  golden  links 

Thus  daily  did  we  interweave. 
This  was  for  us  to  live  ! 


One  faith,  one  hope  was  ours, — the  faith 
That  can  the  cloudiest  night  illume, 

That  seeth  the  unseen  ;  the  hope 
That  looks  into  the  joy  to  come, 
Foredating  rest  and  home  ! 

We  parted  :  one  went  up,  to  be 

Where  partings  are  forgotten  ;  where 

Life  in  its  fulness  dwells  ;  where  love 

Breathes  its  bright  perfume  through  the  air, 
And  every  face  is  fair. 


64 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


And  I  was  left  behind,  to  wait 
A  solemn  while  on  earth,  to  long 

For  the  eternal  meeting,  where 
All  sing  together  with  one  tongue 
The  everlasting  song ! 

The  earth  is  lonelier  now,  when  he 
Who  walked  with  me  its  ways  is  gone  ; 

But  soon  the  loneliness  is  o'er, 

The  blank  forgotten  and  unknown  ; 
Not  long,  not  long  alone  ! 


EASY  TO  BE  ENTREATED. 


John  iv. 


(£asg  to  tie  dBntrcatcD. 

^P^fV  ARD    to    be    won!       No,    no,    that    cannot 
be! 
/Easy  to  be  entreated,  such  is  He  ! 
Kind,   meek,    and   lowly,    seeking   not    His 

own, 
Thinking  no  evil,  thinking  love  alone. 


AN 


U  //Swift  to  forgive  and  eager  still  to  hear, 
Bidding  the  far-off  prodigal  draw  near  : 

W^Thou   wouldst    have   ask'd,    and    I,  —  I    would 
have  given. ; 
This  surely  is  the  very  gate  of  heaven  ! 


No  distance,  and  no  darkness,  and  no  frown  ; 
He  speaks  in  grace  and  pity  all  His  own  : 
4  What  wiliest  thou  that  I  should  do  to  thee  ? ' 
'  Lord,  that  these  eyes  of  mine  the  light  may  see  ! ' 
E 


66  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

Oh,  willingness  above  all  willingness  to  give  ! 
To  speak  the  word  that  maketh  dead  men  live  ; 
To  give  the  touch  that  healeth  every  ill ; 
To  say  to  the  wild  tempest,  ;  Peace,  be  still ! ' 

See,  in  His  hand  the  cup  of  blessing,  see  ! 
All  that  large  fulness,  sinner,  is  for  thee. 
Oh,  take  it,  as  with  love  it  overflows  ; 
Oh,  drink  it !  'tis  the  cure  of  all  thy  woes. 

See  how  He  waits  to  meet  the  coming  one, 
To  clasp  in  His  embrace  the  long-lost  son  ! 
How  glad  to  succour  in  life's  sore  distress, 
To  soothe  to  rest  each  child  of  weariness  ! 

How  ready  with  His  pardon  and  His  peace, 
His  love,  His  light,  and  all  His  heaven  of  bliss  ! 
Try  Him  ;  He  will  not,  cannot  say  thee  nay  : 
Trust  Him,  though  heaven  and  earth  should  pass 

away. 


THE  HEALING  OF  THE  NATIONS. 


67 


"  Scaling  of  tfye  Rations. 


Rev.  xxii.  2. 

At  HE  world  is  sick,  and  yet  not  unto  death  ; 
There  is  for  it  a  day  of  health  in  store. 
From   lips   of  love   there   comes   the   healing 
breath,-- 

^     The  breath  of  Him  who  all  its  sickness  bore, 
T/J-^~'  And  bids  it  rise  to  strength  and  beauty  ever- 
— *         more. 


Evil  still  reigns  ;  and  deep  within  we  feel 
The  fever,  and  the  palsy,  and  the  pain 

Of  life's  perpetual  heartaches,  that  reveal 

The  rooted  poison,  which,  from  heart  and  brain. 

We  labour  to  extract,  but  labour  all  in  vain. 


Our  skill  avails  not ;  ages  come  and  go, 

Yet  bring  with  them  no  respite  and  no  cure 
The  hidden  wound,  the  sigh  of  pent-up  woe, 


6S  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

The  sting  we  smother  but  must  still  endure, 
The  worthless  anodynes  which  no  relief  procure. 

All  these  cry  out  for  something  more  divine, 

Which  the  worst  woes  of  earth  may  not  withstand  ; 

Medicine  that  cannot  fail — the  oil  and  wine, 

The  balm  and  myrrh,  growth  of  no  earthly  land, 

And  the  all-skilful  touch  of  the  great  Healer's  hand. 

Man  needs  a  prophet :  Heavenly  Prophet,  speak, 
And  teach  him  what  he  is  too  proud  to  hear. 

Man  needs  a  priest :  True  Priest,  Thy  silence  break, 
And  speak  the  words  of  pardon  in  his  ear. 

Man  needs  a  king  :  O  King  of  kings,  at  length  in 
love  appear  ! 


mm*  • 

5> 


SLEEP  IN  JESUS. 


69 


Sleep  in  Sestts- 


"HEY  did  not  die  ! 

They  only  fell  asleep, 
After  their  long  day's  heavy  toil 

Their  rest  is  soft  and  deep. 


'  ..,    They  fell  asleep  ! 


And,  round  their  peaceful  bed, 
Jesus  the  curtains  of  the  grave 
Has  with  His  own  hand  spread. 


And  yet  they  wake  ! 

Theirs  is  a  waking  sleep, 
In  Him  whose  faithful  love  shall  watch,  * 

And  His  beloved  keep.  5;  fr^T 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


No  troubled  dreams  ! 

Sweet  is  the  rest  they  take, 
In  conscious  fellowship  with  Him 

In  whom  they  sleep  or  wake. 

Farewell,  we  say, 

Until  the  morning  light  ; 
Brief  are  the  hours  of  such  a  sleep  ; 

Beloved  ones,  good-night ! 


THE  INDESTRUCTIBLE. 


^ii%^ 


^%0£      ®t)*  SntiestructtMe. 

Merses profundopulchrior  even-it. '-H  or.  (9</.iv. 65. 

^  E  know  no  shipwreck  for  the  Church 
of  God; 
Though    sails    be    torn,    and    every 
timber  creak, 
Buoyant  through  storm  she  holds  her 
havenward  road, 
Nor   dreads  the  billows  that  across 
her  break. 


Her  pennon  droops  not,  though  the  thunder-cloud 
Wraps  her  tall  mast  and  dims  the  cheerful  skies. 

1  Forward  ! '  the  well-known  trumpet  calls  aloud  ; 
'  Forward  ! '  each  voice  within  her  quick  replies. 


She  needs  no  anchor,  for  she  must  not  stay 
Upon  her  course  ;  and  to  the  longed-for  land 

She  hastens  on  o'er  foam  and  swell  and  spray, 

For  through  the  mist  she  sees  the  welcome  strand. 


72  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

A  thousand  barques  may  perish  at  her  side, 
She  cannot  sink  nor  miss  her  destiny ; 

Her  helmsman  is  the  Ruler  of  the  tide, 

The  Lord  supreme  of  air  and  earth  and  sea. 


Let  us  be  calm,  then,  amid  strife  and  jars  ; 

All  things  above  are  saying,  '  Peace,  be  still  ! ' 
Th1  unrest  of  earth  moves  not  the  tranquil  stars, 

Nor  shakes  the  rest  of  the  eternal  will. 


Be  patient  !     The  old  sun  is  yet  awake, 
And  ready  for  a  fresh  day's  march  on  high  ; 

Another  hour,  and  you  shall  see  him  shake 
The  shadows  from  the  clouds  of  yon  dull  sky. 

His  giant  strength  the  night  hath  not  impaired, 

His  light  remains  undimmed,  his  warmth  unchilled  ; 

Earth's  smoke  and  storm  have  not  his  beauty  marred, 
Nor  does  he  tarry  till  the  storm  be  stilled. 


Fear  not !  he  needs  no  hand  to  hold  him  up, 
No  guide  to  go  before  him  on  his  way, 

No  torch  to  kindle  him  afresh,  no  prop 
To  lean  on  lest  he  fall  and  blindly  stray. 


THE  INDESTRUCTIBLE. 


73 


Though  in  the  gloom  the  spirits  of  the  night 

Come  forth  to  mock  us, — '  Where  is  He,'  they  say, 

4  The  Promisor  of  peace,  the  Prince  of  light?' — 
We  doubt  not,  fear  not,  dawn  is  on  its  way. 

Man  cannot  hinder  it  one  hour,  with  all 
His  wisdom,  or  his  folly,  or  his  pride  ; 

Calmly  we  wait  the  issue,  calmly  call 

On  Him  who  stills  the  tempest,  smooths  the  tide. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Comfort  in  Ert&ulatton. 


'  Thy  Maker  Is  thine  husband.' 


HINDER   not,  nor  would  reprove  thy  tears, 

As  heavily  from  weary  eyes  they  fall  ; 
Yet  would  I  wipe  each  drop  as  it  appears, 
'\^      And  point  to  Him  who  yet  shall  wipe  them  all, 
j^J^^When  cometh  in  its  joy  the  Bridegroom's  festival. 

And  yet  thy  firmament  is  not  all  gloom  : 
The  upper  veil  now  rends  above  thy  head  ; 

And  as  the  brilliant  day  goes  down,  there  come 
Forth  in  their  beauty  stars  that  never  fade, 

And  o'er  thee  in  thy  night  their  softest  radiance  shed. 


Stars  of  a  realm  where  darkness  enters  not, 

Nor  shadow  ;  but  where  dwelleth  light  alone, — 

The  light  of  the  true  life,  not  now  remote, 

But  near  and  bright ;  for  sorrow  draweth  down 

All  heaven  to  this  low  earth  with  power  till  then  unknown. 


COM  FOR  T  IN  TRIE  ULA  TION.  7  5 

O  potent  grief,  that  in  a  moment  lights 

So  many  orbs  above,  before  unseen  ! 
O  potent  tears,  through  which  the  distant  heights 

Appear  as  through  a  glass,  so  fair  and  green, 
When  o'er  our  buried  hopes  with  broken  hearts  we  lean  ! 

O  our  one  Light,  the  light  that  lights  the  grave, — 
Light  from  the  face  of  Him  who  there  once  lay, 

In  His  deep  love  to  those  He  came  to  save. 
Shine,  Light  of  life,  with  penetrating  ray, 

Out  of  our  darkest  night  to  bring  our  brightest  day  ! 

Light  of  the  infinite  and  endless  day, 

Light  the  lone  gloom  of  youthful  widowhood, 

Fill  the  blank  chamber,  the  crushed  spirit  stay 
In  the  oppression  of  its  cloudiest  mood, 

And  with  the  uplifted  cross  gladden  the  solitude. 

Of  love  that  cross  is  telling,  with  the  balm 
Of  an  all-healing  love  it  soothes  the  soul ; 

Upward  that  cross  is  pointing,  ever  calm  ; 
Though  at  its  base  earth's  breakers  rage  and  roll, 

It  lifts  us  above  grief  and  shows  the  eternal  goal. 

,     (TV 


^s-Bl 


76 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


There  sickness  enters  not,  for  all  is  life, 
And  the  physician's  footstep  is  unknown  ; 

The  fever  burns  not,  and  the  mortal  strife 
With  the  last  foe  is  now  for  ever  done  : 

Smoothed  is  the  brow,  and  hushed  delirium's  piteous 
moan. 

From  the  fair  heights  the  voice  of  heavenly  love 
Speaks  down  to  earth,  and  calls  us  to  ascend  ; 

It  points  the  gate  and  beckons  us  above, — 
'  I  AM  THE  WAY,'  it  says,  and  we  attend  ; 

To  life  and  not  to  death  our  eager  steps  we  bend. 


ISRAEL'S  SONG  OF  HOPE. 


11 


Israel's  Song  of  ^opc. 

Jer.  xxx.  5. 

E  have  heard  the  voice  of  trembling, 
Voice  of  fear,  but  not  of  peace  ; 

'Tis  the  wailing  of  the  captive, 
As  he  sigheth  for  release  : 

Shall  the  bondage  ne'er  be  broken, 
Nor  the  sob  of  a<res  cease  ? 


'Tis  the  hour  of  Israel's  travail, 
'Tis  the  darkness  of  her  night, 

'Tis  the  time  of  Jacob's  trouble, 
But  beyond  it  beams  the  light, 

And  the  star  of  Judah's  morning 
Is  arising  clear  and  bright. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


^r~ 


„      Still  the  city  sitteth  lonely 
1  ^       In  the  twilight  of  the  years, 
/jf^  In  her  silent  sackcloth  mourning, 

On  her  cheeks  the  ancient  tears  ; 
For  her  lovers  all  have  left  her, 
And  her  foes  deride  her  fears. 


But  above  the  voice  of  weeping, 
From  a  harp  disused  and  dumb 

She  can  hear  the  notes  of  gladness 
Speaking  sweetly  of  a  home, — 

Of  her  ended  exile  telling, 
As  they  say,  '  Thy  King  is  come.' 


'Neath  her  olive's  silver  shadow, 
There  the  turtle  wakes  her  lay  ; 

Winter  vanishes,  the  splendour 
Shineth  out  of  endless  day. 

Wake,  my  love  !  wake  up,  my  fair  one  ! 
It  is  morning,  come  away. 

See  !  the  King  in  beauty  cometh, 
He,  thy  long,  long  absent  King  ; 
As  the  light  of  dawn  He  shineth, 


ISRAEL'S  SONG  OF  HOPE. 


79 


And  His  breath  is  that  of  spring. 
From  the  dream  of  darkness  waking 
Zion,  lift  thy  voice  and  sing. 


From  the  dust  of  ages  rising, 
Put  on  all  thine  ancient  might, 

For  to  thee  the  crown  belongeth, 
And  to  thee  the  raiment  bright, 

Of  the  coming  age  the  glory, 
Of  the  ransomed  earth  the  light. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIV1TY. 


CJjrtst  mg  SIL 

N  the  hour  when  guilt  assails  me, 
^      And  my  long,  long  sins  appall, 

Then  I  haste  to  the  Forgiver, 
C       On  His  gracious  name  I  call. 

There  I  find  the  heavenly  fulness, 
J        Christ  my  righteousness,  my  all  ! 
There  I  find  divine  completeness, 
Christ  my  cleanser,  Christ  my  all ! 

In  the  day  when  earth  attracts  me. 

When  its  pleasures  would  enthrall, 
When  its  loveliness  would  bind  me, 

And  to  creature-love  recall ; 
Then  I  turn  to  brighter  beauty, 

Christ  my  glory  and  my  all ! 
Then  I  turn  to  fairer  splendour, 

Christ  my  treasure  and  my  all ! 


CHRIST  MY  ALL. 


81 


In  the  night,  when  sorrow  clouds  me, 

And  the  burning  tear-drops  fall, 
Then  I  look  for  One  to  wipe  them, 

On  His  changeless  name  I  call. 
Then  I  sing  the  song  of  patience, 

Christ  my  brother  and  my  all  ! 
And  I  rest  upon  His  bosom, 

Christ  my  solace  and  my  all  ! 

In  the  day  when  sickness  weakens, 

And  life's  solemn  shadows  fall, 
And  the  death-bed  curtains  warn  me 

Of  my  coming  funeral ; 
Then  I  think  of  resurrection, 

Christ  my  life,  my  health,  my  all  ! 
Then  I  think  of  incorruption, 

Christ  my  everlasting  all  ! 

In  the  day  when  the  immortal 

Shall  fling  off  this  mortal  thrall, 
Putting  on  the  bright  perfection 

Of  the  light  celestial  ; 
Still  my  song,  when  standing  yonder, 

Shall  be,  '  Christ  my  joy,  my  all ! ' 
Still  my  song  of  resurrection 

Shall  be,  '  Christ  mv  all  in  all  \ 


'^J^^^A. 


82 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


X 


In  the  land  of  promised  glory, 

In  the  day  of  festival, 
Day  of  marriage  and  of  triumph, 

In  the  angel-crowded  hall, 
This  shall  ever  be  my  burden, 

'  Christ  my  glory  and  my  all ! ' 
This  shall  ever  be  my  anthem, 

'  Christ  my  bridegroom  and  my  all  ! ' 


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,.; 


STRANGERS  AND  PILGRIMS. 


83 


Strangers  an*  pilgrims- 

IfjejHERE  lies  a  land  beyond  these  clouds, 
Above  that  star-set  blue, 
'   Whose  beauty  faith  alone  has  seen, 
">  <1^       Still  veiled  from  mortal  view. 

gfeg'Already  there  these  hearts  have  found 
!=fe/p/       A  resting-place  of  love  ; 

*Our  hopes  have  gone  within  the  veil 
Our  treasure  is  above. 

We  love  to  call  it  heaven, 
The  home  of  the  forgiven, 
The  seat  of  holy  rest, 
The  dwelling  of  the  blest. 

Thither  we  turn  our  pilgrim  feet, 

And  upward  daily  rise  ; 
Upon  its  glory,  yet  unveiled, 

Faith  feasts  its  pilgrim  eyes. 


34 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


The  Lord  Himself  its  glowing  fields 

With  golden  gladness  fills  ; 
Bright  with  His  brightest  splendour  shine 
The  everlasting  hills. 

We  love  to  call  it  heaven, 
The  home  of  the  forgiven, 
The  seat  of  holy  rest, 
The  dwelling  of  the  blest. 


^-v 


THE  CUP  OF  THE  LORD. 


■S; 


STfjc  (Cup  of  tijc  ILoro. 


^fe* 


The  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless,  is  it  not  the  com- 
munion of  the  blood  of  Christ  ? ' — i  Cor.  x.  16-21. 

(-   F  silver  or  of  gold 

Or  cast  in  meaner  mould, 
^It  matters  not  :  the  chalice  is  the  same. 
Gemmed  or  ungemmed,  it  is 
The  cup  of  blessedness, 

Bearing  the  Owner's  and  the  Makers  name : 
Seal  of  the  marvellous  peace, 
That  from  the  Father  came. 
Drink,  drink  ye  all  of  this  ! 
Love  on  its  lip  engraved, 

Grace  in  its  depth  profound, 
Light  sparkling  in  each  drop, 
All  heaven  within  its  round. 
It  is  the  King's  own  cup, 
Beloved,  drink  it  up  : 

His  blood  is  drink  indeed 


4 


86 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Vessel  of  fulness  !  now, 

\       And  evermore,  from  thee 

We  drink  the  royal  wine, 

Wine  of  eternity. 
Vessel  of  fulness  !  there, 
j   Upon  that  table  fair, 
i  -i        Thou  stand'st,  as  thou  hast  stood,- 
-Ki  Memorial  of  the  mighty  death, 
Voice  of  the  covenant  blood  ; 
Pledge  of  the  righteous  peace 

Made  by  the  Righteous  One, 
Symbol  of  reconciling  blood 
Shed  for  unrighteous  man. 
Cup  of  the  Master,  we 
In  faith  would  drink  of  thee  : 
His  blood  is  drink  indeed  ! 


Cup  of  the  ages  past  ! 

Cup  of  the  present  hour ! 
Cup  of  the  years  to  come, 

Still  full  of  joy  and  power 
We  take  thee  in  our  hands, 

Thee  to  our  lips  we  press  ; 


e. 


THE  CUP  OF  THE  LORD. 


87 


te 


We  drink,  with  ancient  men, 

The  fulness  of  thy  bliss, 
Thy  undiluted  wine, 
Still  perfect  and  divine, 
Fruit  of  the  one  True  Vine  ! 
Cup  of  the  ages,  here 
«  We  taste  thy  holy  cheer  : 

vX^  His  blood  is  drink  indeed  ! 

T 

Cup  of  the  Church  !  from  which 

The  blood-bought  family  < 

Of  every  clime  have  drunk, 

Cup  of  Gethsemane, 

And  cup  of  Calvary  ; 
Cup  of  the  cross  and  grave,— 
What  numbers  without  number  have 

Partaken  of  thy  grace, 
The  white-robed  multitude 

Of  every  tribe  and  race  ! 
One  table  and  one  loaf, 

One  cup  from  age  to  age  ; 


SS  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

Our  fathers1  portion  Thou, 
Our  children's  heritage. 
Cup  of  God's  Israel, 
Thy  virtue  cannot  fail : 

His  blood  is  drink  indeed  ! 

Christ's  cup  and  ours  thou  art  ! 

The  one  same  chalice  pours 
For  both  its  wine  of  peace, 

Wine  of  the  Father's  love 

Descending  from  above. 
Sweet  cup  of  hope  and  heaven, 

Of  everlasting  grace, 
By  our  Redeemer  given, 

Seal  of  celestial  bliss, 
Of  glory  and  of  light,  \ 

For  ever  pure  and  bright.  \ 

Round  Thee  in  weakness  here,  > 

The  children  of  the  cross  | 

With  happy  hearts  unite.  5 

Cup  of  the  covenant  !  seal  X 

The  peace  celestial  :  r^ 

His  blood  is  drink  indeed  ! 


J  •/" 


He  is  Himself  the  wine,  -- $&% 

Refreshing  and  divine  :  i 


THE  CUP  OF  THE  LORD.  89 

He  is  Himself  the  cup  ; 
Take  it,  and  drink  it  up. 
It  overflows  with  bliss, 
With  health  and  holiness. 

From  His  once-smitten  side 
The  blessed  stream  has  burst 

Which  has  all  wants  supplied, 
And  quenched  our  soul's  deep  thirst  ! 
He  is  the  board  and  feast 
For  each  God-bidden  guest  : 
His  blood  is  drink  indeed  ! 


9° 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


N  L    €\}t  (Cttg  of  tije  jjtirgtbot* 

Isa.  xxxiii.  24. 

ITY  of  celestial  health, 

Into  which  no  sickness  comes  ; 
Where,  in  everlasting  wealth, 

We  shall  find  our  home  of  homes. 
City  of  the  tranquil  breast, 

Where  the  heartache  is  unknown  ; 
Harbour  of  securest  rest, 
Life's  long  tempest  past  and  gone  ; 
There,  amid  the  holy  blest, 
I  shall  be  a  welcome  guest, 
I  a  sinner,  yet  at  rest. 

City  of  eternal  love, 

Dwelling-place  of  the  forgiven, 
Glory  of  the  realm  above, 

Centre  of  the  sinless  heaven, 


THE  CITY  OF  THE  FORGIVEN. 


91 


Palace  of  the  crowned  host ; 

Army  upon  army  see, 
Gathered  from  earth's  countless  lost, 
Clothed  in  heavenly  purity  : 
There,  amid  the  holy  blest, 
I  shall  be  a  welcome  guest, 
I  a  sinner,  yet  at  rest. 


City  of  the  cleansed  and  fair, 

With  the  raiment  like  the  light ! 
Sons  of  morning,  shining  there, 
Sons  of  gladness  ever  bright. 
City  of  unweeping  eyes, 

Where  the  tear-drop  falleth  not 
Sorrows,  farewells,  broken  ties, 
All  for  evermore  forgot : 
There,  amid  the  holy  blest, 
I  shall  be  a  welcome  guest, 
I  a  sinner,  yet  at  rest. 

City  of  unsetting  suns, 

Where  the  sky  is  clear  and  pure, 
Where  the  earthly-gathered  ones 

Find  themselves  in  peace  secure. 
City  of  the  feast  and  song, 

Seat  of  sacred  mirth  above. 


92  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

Where  the  voices,  sweet  and  strong, 

Sing  the  endless  song  of  love  : 

There,  amid  the  holy  blest, 

I  shall  be  a  welcome  guest, 

I  a  sinner,  yet  at  rest. 

City  where  the  ransomed  meet 
From  a  thousand  lands  afar  ; 
Where  the  parted  we  shall  greet, 

Safe  from  earthly  storm  and  war  ; 
Where  the  Bridegroom  clasps  His  Bride, 

Reached  at  last  the  blessed  goal, 
Seats  her  at  His  happy  side, 
Best-beloved  of  His  soul : 
There,  amid  the  holy  blest, 
I  shall  be  a  welcome  guest, 
I  a  sinner,  and  at  rest. 


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ONE  BODY. 


93 


oneness  beyond  all  that  words  can  tell ! 

Oneness  all  human,  and  yet  all  divine  ; 

^-?  Oneness  which  doth  all  onenesses  excel, 

Which  cannot  be  expressed  by  earthly 

sign. 

These  bodies  are  the  members  of  the  Lord : 
Ours,  and  yet  His,  for  use  and  honour  too  ; 

In  sympathy  and  love  and  sweet  accord 
So  one,  that  nought  that  oneness  can  undo. 


In  us  that  Spirit  dwells  that  dwells  in  Him, 
The  Spirit  of  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 

Though  poor  the  temple,  and  the  glory  dim, 
Still  does  that  Spirit  claim  it  for  His  own. 


94  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

Oh,  holy  oneness  between  earth  and  heaven, 
Each  is  the  other,  and  yet  not  the  same. 

Not  fellowship  alone  to  us  is  given, 
But  unity  of  nature  and  of  name  ! 

He  still  the  Son  of  God  on  yonder  throne, 
And  we  the  sons  of  earth,  yet  dwelling  here  ; 

Yet  we  with  Him,  He  with  us  truly  one, 

As  if  one  heart  were  ours,  one  home,  one  sphere. 

In  all  our  sorrows  doth  He  sorrow  still, 
In  all  our  joys  He  doth  rejoice  the  more  ; 

He  with  His  fulness  doth  our  being  fill, 
And  we  our  sighs  into  His  bosom  pour. 

These  bodies  then  are  His :  He  doth  them  use  ; 

So  let  Him  use  them  as  it  seemeth  good. 
These  members  all  are  His  ;  shall  we  abuse, 

For  earthly  vileness,  vessels  cleansed  with  blood  ? 

These  eyes  are  His,  these  ears,  these  lips,  this  tongue : 
They  are  all  His  far  more  than  they  are  ours  ; 

Shall  we  pollute  them  with  earth's  sin  and  wrong, 
Or  waste  in  vain  delights  these  God-given  powers  ? 

These  hands  are  His  ;  shall  they  not  do  His  work  ? 
These  feet  are  His  ;  let  them  His  errands  run. 


ONE  BODY.  95 


Shall,  in  this  frame,  the  foe  of  goodness  lurk  ? 
Shall  he  usurp  the  consecrated  throne  ? 

These  members  now  are  weak  and  pained  and  poor  ; 

They  cannot  shun  corruption's  silent  gloom : 
Deformed  and  sickly,  past  all  earthly  cure, 

Before  them  lie  the  deathbed  and  the  tomb. 

Yet  full  before  them  spreads  the  quickening  hope 
Of  glad  deliverance  from  this  mortal  clay  ; 

When,  from  the  darkness  of  the  grave  brought  up, 
They  share  the  splendour  of  celestial  day. 

And  shall  the  members  of  a  risen  Lord 
Forget  the  height  of  their  celestial  kin  ? 

Join  fellowship  with  what  they  once  abhorred, 
Take  on  the  yoke  and  wear  the  chain  of  sin  ? 

Upon  His  holy  throne  these  members  yet 
Shall  all  be  seated  in  that  day  when  He, 

The  Head  of  the  great  Unity,  shall  sit 
With  them  to  share  one  common  royalty. 

Be  ye  then  holy  ;  so  the  Master  wills  ! 

He  speaketh  ;  let  us  hear  His  gracious  voice 
Us  with  His  holy  life  He  daily  fills, 

So  in  that  holiness  let  us  rejoice  ! 


96 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


None  otijer  Name. 


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ROUND  one  name  they  gather. 
The  blessed  ones  above  ; 

And  all  their  heaven  of  glory- 
Echoes  that  name  of  love. 

Around  that  name  we  gather 
Upon  this  earth  below, 

'Mid  all  its  sin  and  discord, 
Its  sin,  and  strife,  and  woe. 
None  other  name  ! 

This  the  one  name  that  cheers  us, 

And  lifts  our  souls  on  high  ; 
This  the  one  name  that  nerves  us 

'Gainst  danger  ever  nigh. 
We  write  it  on  our  banner, 

We  hide  it  in  our  breast, 
We  grave  it  on  our  forehead, 

That  name,  of  names  the  best. 
None  other  name  ! 


NONE  OTHER  NAME.  97 

The  name  that  doeth  wonders, 

That  maketh  dead  men  live, 
That  to  the  broken-hearted 

Doth  heavenly  healing  give. 
The  name  that  is  as  ointment 

Poured  forth  upon  the  air  ; 

!  he  name  that  with  its  sweetness 


[C^g^  Soothes  every  grief  and  care. 
None  other  name  ! 


The  name  that  bringeth  pardon, 

And  rest,  and  joy,  and  light  ; 
The  star  that  ever  shineth 

In  depth  of  darkest  night. 
The  name  all  heaven  containing 

In  fulness  from  on  high, 
That  breathes  the  eternal  comfort, 

And  whispers,  '  It  is  IJ 

None  other  name  ! 


In  sorrow's  ear  we  sing  it, 
To  dry  the  dropping  tear; 

To  heavy  hearts  we  breathe  it : 
It  tells  of  Jesus  near.         — 


—  .  ~w 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


To  the  bewildered  spirit 
Its  guidance  we  proclaim  ; 

To  the  dead  soul  we  speak  it, 
That  resurrection  name. 
None  other  name  ! 

We  tell  it  to  the  lost  one, 
To  lure  him  back  to  home  : 

i  This  man  receiveth  sinners/ 
Come  back,  O  wanderer,  come  ! 

0  earth,  earth,  earth,  awaken  ! 
This  name  is  sounding  still. 

1  Return,  and  I  will  bless  you — 

I  will,  I  will,  I  will.' 

None  other  name  ! 


^r^^^ 


7  HE  HIGHER  LEVEL. 


99 


RIGHT  in  thy  boyhood's  prime, 

With  eyes  like  living  stars  ; 
Thy  cheek  of  silk  unfurrowed  still 

By  time's  imprinted  scars  ! 
Rosy,  and  fair,  and  young, 

No  stain  upon  thy  brow ; 
Warm  health  full-beaming  in  thy  face, 

With  its  sweet  summer  glow. 

Unshaded  and  undimmed 

Life  sparkles  in  thine  eyes  ; 
My  own  bright,  fresh,  and  fair-haired  boy,  I 

Art  thou  to  fall  or  rise  ? 
Above  thy  smooth  young  head 

All  heaven  is  smiling  down  ; 
Yonder  the  everlasting  wreath, 

Yonder  the  deathless  crown  ! 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Around  thy  careless  steps 

The  dark  deceiver's  snare, 
That  seeks  to  shade  thy  marble  brow, 

And  dim  thy  golden  hair. 
Below  thy  heedless  feet 

Darkness,  and  death,  and  gloom  ; 
The  shrivelled  frame,  the  wasted  life, 

And  then  the  hopeless  tomb. 

Art  thou  to  die  or  live  ? 

Art  thou  to  sink  or  soar  ? 
To  start  upon  the  upward  march, 

Or  fall  to  rise  no  more  ? 
Buoyant,  and  bright,  and  gay, 

What  is  thy  course  to  be  ? 
Spent  calmly  'neath  the  tree  of  life, 

Or  crime's  dark  upas  tree  ? 


My  fresh  and  fair-haired  boy, 

Look  up,  look  down,  and  see 
Man's  path  on  earth,  and  then  beyond, 

Man's  long  eternity. 
Choose  early,  wisely  choose, 

Ere,  link  by  link,  the  chain 
Of  evil  bind  thee,  and  thy  cries 

Shall  be  in  vain,  in  vain. 


THE  HIGHER  LEVEL. 


Must  the  broad  way  be  thine  ? 

The  bondage  and  the  sin  ? 
The  ruined  health,  the  racking  frame, 

The  curse  without,  within  ? 
Take  now  the  heavenly  path, 

The  bright  but  narrow  way  ; 
So  shall  thy  life  be  blessedness, 

Thy  end  eternal  day. 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


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V 

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^  31  am  $oor  anti  Iketitj. 


SORE  sick  of  sin,  and  longing  to  be  free, — 
Son  of  the  Blessed,  lo,  I  come  to  Thee  : 
Let  me  but  see  Thee,  then  am  I  at  rest ; 
Let  me  but  touch  Thy  robe,  and  I  am  blest. 

Shine  from  the  cross  to  me,  then  all  is  peace  ; 
Shine  from  the  throne,  then  all  my  troubles  cease  ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  and  sadness  quits  my  soul ; 
Touch  but  my  hand  with  Thine,  and  I  am  whole. 

This  daily,  hourly  change  which  men  call  life, 
Is  one  long  scene  of  weariness  and  strife ; 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  each  day  within, 
Make  up  this  history  of  pain  and  sin. 

When  shall  the  purity  I  seek  be  given, 
Earnest  of  all  that  makes  the  joy  of  heaven  ? 
When  shall  the  liberty  I  pant  for  come, 
And  bondage  end  in  freedom  and  in  home  ? 


PASS/0  CHRIST/. 


103 


liassto  Ctfjristt. 


FROM  THE  LATIN. 

NEELING  on  the  earth,  He  prays, 
.a  l~C|       Man  of  Sorrows,  all  alone  ! 
Yet,  in  depth  of  agony, 
M^     Still  He  comforteth  His  own. 
{  jZ   Pale,  the  blood-sweat  o'er  him  flows, 
To  the  Father's  will  He  bows. 

Judas  kisses  and  betrays  ; 

Crowds  in  fury  onward  roll ; 
Lo,  He  speaks  the  healing  word, 

And  the  smitten  ear  is  whole. 
Prisoner,  He  is  led  alone, 
Friend  and  lover  both  are  gone. 


re)  ;•— -- 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


Binding  Him  in  cruel  chains, 
On  they  drag  Him  at  their  will  ; 

Smiting  with  their  fists  His  back, 
His  deep  cup  of  woe  they  fill ; 

Stripe  on  stripe  they  on  Him  lay, 

Mixed  with  bitter  mockery. 

Innocent,  He  stands  condemned. 
Spite  of  taunts,  serenely  meek  ; 

Questioned,  answers  not  a  word, 
Bears  the  buffet  on  His  cheek  ; 

Hears  unmoved  the  nation's  cry, 

Crucify  Him  !  crucify  ! 


ART  THOU  THE  KING  OF  THE  JEWS?        105 


art  ftijou  tije  Sing  of  tfje  Scfos  ? 

JOHN  XVIII.   33. 

BEHOLD  your  King  !     How  like,  yet  how  unlike, 

The  King  who  suffers  and  the  King  who  reigns  ; 
Both  yonder  !     See,  with  reed  and  palm  they  strike, 

With  mocking  lip  deriding  His  sharp  pains. 
No  royalty  is  here,  no  power,  no  throne, 

No  homage  shows  itself,  yet  is  He  King. 
He  cometh  to  His  own,  and  yet  His  own 

Receive  Him  not,  nor  gifts  nor  service  bring. 


Behold  the  Man  !     The  purple  robe  is  His, 

The  crown  of  thorns  His  only  diadem. 
Is  this  the  mighty  Judge  of  all  ?     Is  this 

Judalvs  great  King,  the  rod  of  Jesse's  stem  ? 
And  yet,  with  all  that  outward  guise  of  scorn, 

The  beams  of  heavenly  majesty  are  seen 
Bright  shining  underneath  each  twisted  thorn, 

Like  sun  behind  the  cloud's  deep-veiling  screen. 


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HYMNS  OF   THE  NATIVITY. 


€\)t  Cfjttoren's  Crg* 


ICH  in  mercy,  great  in  love, 

Full  of  grace  and  truth, 
On  Thy  blessed  name  we  call, 

Father  of  our  youth. 
Father  of  our  youth,  look  down 

From  Thy  heaven  above  ; 
Fount  of  fulness,  fill  our  souls 

With  Thy  light  and  love. 
Come  with  Thy  never-failing  store 
Of  loving-kindness  more  and  more. )  9 

A 

In  a  world  of  pain  and  sin, 

Evil  all  around, 
In  Thy  everlasting  strength 

Help  alone  is  found. 
Other  lords  beside  Thyself, 

Father,  we  have  none  ; 


THE  CHILDREN'S  CRY. 


107 


Other  saviours  seek  we  not, 

But  Thy  gracious  Son. 
Come  with  Thy  never-failing  store 
Of  loving-kindness  more  and  more 

Poor  and  needy,  oh  our  God, 

We  look  up  to  Thee  ! 
Guilty,  feeble,  sorrowful, 

To  Thy  grace  we  flee. 
Take  these  hearts,  divided,  dark, 

Wayward  as  the  wind  ; 
To  Thy  will  these  wills  of  ours, 

Lord,  for  ever  bind. 
Come  with  Thy  never-failing  store 
Of  loving-kindness  more  and  more. 


Wash  us,  cleanse  us  in  the  fount 

Opened  once  for  sin  ; 
Leave  us  not  forlorn  and  lost, 

Take  Thy  wanderers  in. 
Tempests  threaten,  waves  are  strong, 

Father,  draw  Thou  nigh  ; 
Saviour,  through  the  darkness  speak, 

Saying,  It  is  I  ! 
Come  with  Thy  never-failing  store 
Of  loving-kindness  more  and  more. 


io8  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


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&i)e  bailor's  Hitang* 

vl./:->^U^^^REAT  Ruler  of  the  land  and  sea, 
^o^i* Almighty  God,  we  come  to  Thee, 
Vjfm     Able  to  succour  and -to  save 

From  perils  of  the  wind  and  wave. 
Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
Cf     h'~,      The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  ! 

Speak  to  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
And  turn  their  darkness  into  light ; 
Smooth  down  the  breaker's  rising  crest, 
Say  to  the  billow,  Be  at  rest. 

Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep. 

Soothe  the  rough  ocean's  troubled  face. 
And  bid  the  hurricane  give  place 


THE  SAILOR'S  LITANY,  109 

To  the  soft  breeze  that  wafts  the  barque 
Safely  alike  through  light  and  dark. 

Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 

The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  ! 

In  storm  or  battle,  with  Thine  arm 

Shield  Thou  the  mariner  from  harm  ; 

From  foes  without,  from  ills  writhin, 

From  deeds,  and  words,  and  thoughts  of  sin. 
Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  \i    J5  V 


O  Son  of  God,  in  days  of  ill 
Say  to  each  sorrow,  Peace,  be  still ; 
In  hours  of  weakness  be  Thou  nigh, 
Heal  Thou  the  sickness,  hear  the  cry. 
Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  ! 


When  hidden  is  each  guiding-star, 

Flash  out  the  beacon's  light  afar  ; 

From  mist,  and  rock,  and  shoal,  and  spray 

Protect  the  sailor  on  his  way. 

Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  ! 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Defend  from  the  quick  lightning's  stroke, 
And  from  the  iceberg's  crushing  shock ; 
Take  Thou  the  helm,  and  surely  guide 
The  wanderer  o'er  the  wayward  tide. 
Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  ! 

Good  Pilot  of  the  awful  main, 

Let  us  not  plead  Thy  love  in  vain  ; 

Jesus,  draw  near  with  kindly  aid, 

Say,  It  is  I,  be  not  afraid. 

Keep  by  Thy  mighty  hand,  oh,  keep 
The  dwellers  on  the  homeless  deep  ! 


^ 


FINGAVS  CAVE. 


ill 


jFmgai's  (Cabe. 


1  Objectae  salsa  spumant  aspergine  cautes 
— Virg.  sEn.  iii.  334. 


LOOMING  in,  booming  in  ! 


Hear  the  slow  and  sullen  wave 
Of  these  waters  never-resting, 

As  they  ripple,  as  they  rave, 
Waking  up  the  hollow  silence 

Of  that  solitary  cave, 
Which  leans  like  chiselled  tombstone 

O'er  some  unforgotten  grave, 
Or  floats  like  hull  forsaken, 

Which  no  pilot's  skill  could  save. 
Or  frowns  like  ruined  fortress, 

Once  the  dwelling  of  the  brave. 


Rushing  up,  rushing  round  ! 

See  the  surges  swell  and  leap, 
Charging  full  each  giant  column 

Of  these  cliffs  so  strange  and  steep 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Falling  back  upon  each  other, 

As  with  restless  rush  they  sweep, 
O'er  each  rock-shelf  blindly  flinging 

Mingled  foam  and  tangle-heap  ; 
Or  into  calm  soft-sinking, 

See  the  wavelets  gently  creep, — 
Coming,  going,  rising,  falling, 

Half  awake  and  half  asleep, — 
O'er  that  pavement  so  fantastic, 

The  mosaic  of  the  deep. 


Wailing  low,  wailing  loud  ! 
"O     With  its  sorrowful  refrain, 

Moaneth  deep  that  gale  of  shadows 

Like  a  dirge  above  the  slain  ; 
In  the  calm  or  in  the  tempest, 

In  the  sunshine  or  the  rain, 
In  the  soothing  summer  zephyr, 

Or  the  wintry  hurricane, 
With  the  starlight  in  its  bosom, 

Or  the  thunder  in  its  train, 
Through  these  columns  of  the  desert, 

The  Palmyra  of  the  main. 


FINGALS  CA  VE.  113 


Sounding  on,  sounding  still  ! 

In  the  night  and  in  the  day, 
In  the  morn's  fair  flush  of  splendour, 

In  the  evening  calm  and  grey, 
Beneath  the  sun's  noon  glory, 

Or  the  moon's  serener  ray, 
When  all  other  sounds  are  silent, 

And  man  is  far  away  : 
None  to  hear  the  mighty  music, 

But  the  sea-fowl  on  the  spray, 
Or  the  ear  above  that  listens 

To  His  own  creation's  lay. 


'"-A    .  fit!      ^ 


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H4  HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


ST.  ABB'S  HEAD. 

Noon!  yet  no  sunshine!     Somewhere  outside  the  sun 

Is  wandering.     Everywhere 
The  wan  mist  gathers,  and  its  heavy  breath 

Thickens  the  summer  air. 
Vainly  the  pilot  holds  the  obedient  helm, 

Or  quits  it  in  despair. 
Then  bursts  the  fog-horn's  penetrating  note, 
'  Beware,  beware  ! ' 

The  moon  is  up,  full  moon,  yet  not  a  gleam 

On  headland,  tower,  or  tree  ; 
No  pearl-edged  cloud  alights  upon  the  peak, 

No  silver  on  the  sea. 
Out  sounds  the  fog-horn  thro'  the  thickening  shade, 

Thrice  welcome  messenger, 
As  with  weird  spectre-voice  it  wildly  shouts, 
1  lie  ware,  beware  ! ' 


THE  FOG-HORN.  1 1 : 


'Tis  night,  deep  night !     With  careful  hands  they  light 

The  beacon's  welcome  blaze. 
In  vain,  in  vain  ;  it  cannot  penetrate 

The  impenetrable  haze, 
Or  help  to  guide  the  helpless  mariner 

Thro'  the  bewildering  maze. 
Oh,  worse  than  darkness,  sea-mist  swallowing  up 

All  light's  divinest  rays  ! 
Then  rushes  out  the  fog-horn's  frantic  note, 
1  Beware,  beware  ! ' 

Oh,  mist  more  terrible  than  winter- storm, 

More  perilous  than  darkness  of  the  night, 
Palsying  the  pilot's  skill,  and  making  vain 

The  trusted  potency  of  light  ! 
Art  thou  now  settling  down  upon  our  world, 

Mocking  the  age  which  man  has  named  the  bright  ? 
One  hope  remains,  tho'  sad,  the  fog-horn's  note, 

Like  voice  of  one  far  out  of  mortal  sight, — 
The  voice  that  crieth  in  the  wilderness, 

To  time's  bemisted  traveller, 
'  Beware,  beware  ! ' 


c_i 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


The  mist  has  gathered  round  us  on  all  sides, 

Stifling  the  burdened  air, 
Dissolving  sun,  and  sea,  and  cliff 

In  one  unmeaning  glare, 
From  the  vast  varied  vision  of  the  deep 

Effacing  all  things  fair. 
Shadows  and  chaos  seem  returned  to  earth, 

But  let  not  faith  despair ; 
Above,  beyond  this  mist,  unquenchable, 

The  light  is  everywhere  ! 


RACHELS  TEARS. 


117 


ftarfjcl's  (Tears. 


N  Raman's  heights  a  voice  is  heard, 
The  voice  of  one  that  weeps  alone  ; 
A  mother's  woes  that  voice  has  stirred, 
A  mother's  heart  is  in  that  moan. 


For  her  lost  children  Rachel  weeps, 
And  who  this  mother's  tears  shall  stay  ? 

On  Ramah's  hill  her  watch  she  keeps, 
A  lonely  mourner  night  and  day. 


In  Ramah  Rachel  weepeth  still, 
Refusing  to  be  comforted  ; 

Her  sons  the  prey  of  every  ill, 
Lost,  slain,  or  into  exile  led. 


In  every  clime  her  children  roam, 
In  every  realm  their  ashes  lie  ; 

Without  a  city  or  a  home, 

They  weep,  they  wander,  and  they  die. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Thus  saith  the  Lord,  c  Refrain  thy  voice 
From  weeping,  and  thine  eyes  from  tears  ; 

Thy  mother's  heart  shall  yet  rejoice, 
And  sing  through  everlasting  years. 

'  Thy  wandering  sons  shall  yet  return, 
Thy  lost  ones  shall  be  found  again  ; 

0  tender  mother,  cease  to  mourn  ; 
Rachel,  thine  eyes  from  tears  refrain. 

1  Once  more  thou  yet  shalt  clasp  thine  own, 

With  them  thou  shalt  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
Thy  grief  a  winter  past  and  gone, 
Thy  joy  an  everlasting  spring.' 


IV A  TCH-XIGIIT. 


119 


EHatclj^isfjt. 


ATCH,  brethren,  watch  ! 
The  year  is  dying  ; 
Watch,  brethren,  watch  ! 
Old  Time  is  flying. 
2^ Watch  as  men  watch  the  parting  breath, 
/  Watch  as  men  watch  for  life  or  death. 

/J 


Eternity  is  drawing  nigh, 
Eternity,  eternity  ! 


^/ 


Pray,  brethren,  pray  ! 

The  sands  are  falling  ; 
Pray,  brethren,  pray  ! 
God's  voice  is  calling. 
Yon  turret  strikes  the  dying  chime,  *4(^  U 
We  kneel  upon  the  edge  of  Time.         y$) 
Eternity  is  drawing  nigh,      u- 
Eternity,  eternity  ! 


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I2C 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY 


Praise,  brethren,  praise  ! 

The  skies  are  rending  ; 
Praise,  brethren,  praise  ! 
The  fight  is  ending. 
Behold,  the  glory  draweth  near, 
The  King  Himself  will  soon  be  here 
Eternity  is  drawing  nigh, 
Eternity,  eternity  ! 

Look,  brethren,  look ! 

The  day  is  breaking  ; 
Hark,  brethren,  hark  ! 
The  dead  are  waking. 
With  girded  loins  we  ready  stand 
Behold,  the  Bridegroom  is  at  hand  ! 
Eternity  is  drawing  nigh, 
Eternity,  eternity  ! 


FATHERLAND. 


121 


JFatfjerlanfc* 

/WEETEST  light,  so  sweetly  shining 
Through  these  loving  skies  of  ours  ; 
S  weetest  rain,  so  sweetly  falling 

On  our  April  buds  and  flowers  ; 
Sweetest  fragrance,  sweetly  breathing 
Through  our  July's  joyous  bowers. 
Fatherland  !  where  freedom  dwelleth, 

Truth,  and  peace,  and  plenty  reign  ; 
Where  bright  summer  blithely  beameth 

Over  meadow,  moor,  and  plain  ; 
Where  rich  autumn  fondly  ripens 
Its  gay  fields  of  swelling  grain. 
Praise  for  this  old  rock  of  ours, 
Streams,  and  vales,  and  mountain-towers, 
Of  its  billow-beaten  strand, 
Praise  for  such  a  fatherland  ! 


122 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Where  the  blessed  book  of  healing 

Scattereth  its  fruit  of  gold  ; 
Where  of  love  the  eternal  story 
Daily  in  its  homes  is  told  ; — 
Land  where  the  old  cross  is  shining 

With  a  glory  all  its  own  ; 
Where  the  old  deep  well  is  pouring 

Living  water  from  the  throne, 
From  which,  to  a  world  of  darkness, 
Goeth  forth  a  light  unknown. 

Praise  for  this  old  rock  of  ours, 
Streams,  and  vales,  and  mountain-towers, 
Of  its  billow-beaten  strand, 
Praise  for  such  a  fatherland  ! 


HELP,  LORD!  123 


H?clp,  HorD! 


TVER  of  light! 

This  soul  is  dark,  and  needeth  Thee  ; 
Turn  into  day  my  night, 
r'J  \y        Give  Thine  own  light  to  me. 
Giver  of  light ! 
te->     The  world  is  dark,  and  needeth  Thee  ; 
7r*  Shine  with  Thy  heavenly  might, 
And  bid  the  darkness  flee. 


Error  is  here  ! 

And  truth  can  find  no  resting-place  ; 
Man  walks,  half  hope,  half  fear, 

With  weary,  troubled  pace  ; 
And  day  by  day, 

With  heavy  heart  and  anxious  eye. 
He  asketh,  What  is  truth  ? 

But  findeth  no  reply. 


124 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Evil  o'erflows  ! 

Stern  evil,  which  no  chains  can  bind, 
Nor  spell  can  disenchant ; 

Restless  and  unconfined, 
Still  year  by  year 

Sin  broadeneth  its  turbid  flood. 
Come,  speak  the  words  of  power, 

O  Thou,  earth's  only  good  ! 


MY  CUP. 


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fflu  Cup. 

Matt.  xx.  23. 

^HINE  and  yet  ours,  0  Lord  ! 
Ours,  and  yet  also  Thine, 
That  cup  of  dread  and  wrath, 
Cup  of  unearthly  wine. 

Too  bitter  far  for  us, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
No  wine  of  joy  is  there, 
No  cup  of  festival. 

We  dare  not  touch  one  drop 
In  that  sad,  solemn  cup, 

Which  Thou  for  us  didst  take, 
In  love  to  drink  it  up. 


126 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Oh,  teach  us,  teach  us,  Lord, 
What  that  deep  bitterness 

Contained  in  it  for  us 

Of  sweetness  and  of  peace  ! 

To  Thee  the  cup  of  wrath, 
To  us  the  cup  of  love, 

Emptied  of  all  but  joy 
And  healing  from  above  ! 


THE  ONE  LOAF. 


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W&t  ©ne  3Loat 


^v. 


^Zhe 


'The  continual  bread  shall  be  thereon'  (Num. 
iv.  7).  '  I  build  an  house  for  the  continual  shew- 
bread'  (2  Chron.  ii.  4).  'We  are  all  partakers  of 
that  one  bread  '  (1  Cor.  x.  17,  '  one  loaf). 


NE  temple,  and  one  table,  and  one  loaf 
For  the  great  company  of  the  forgiven, 
numbers     without     number ;     yet 
^   enough 

For  all  in  earth  or  heaven. 
One  name,  one  church,  one  Lord, 

One  hall,  one  robe,  one  feast ; 
His  Church  a  guest  at  His  high  board. 

And  He  His  Church's  guest  ; 
His  fulness  evermore 
An  endless,  undiminished  store. 


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128 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


II. 

To  an  unearthly  feast 

The  Master  calls  His  own  ; 
At  an  unearthly  board 

His  bidden  ones  sit  down. 
The  true  unleavened  bread 
t     Is  on  His  table  laid  ; 
Daily  to  them  is  given 

To  drink  the  wine  of  heaven. 
1 1  am  the  bread  of  God, 

Which  cometh  down  from  heaven  : 
The  one  continual  bread, 

The  loaf  without  the  leaven  ; 
The  shewbread  of  the  holy  place, 

To  His  true  Israel  given  ; 
Eternal  nourishment  and  strength, 

The  food  of  the  forgiven  ! 


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THE  ONE  LOAF. 


129 


\>  v 


III. 

Not  on  the  solemn  days  alone, 

When  round  the  holy  board 
We  gather  in  the  name 

Of  an  ascended  Lord, 
Does  this  continual  loaf 

Its  vital  power  afford  : 
Each  day,  each  hour,  this  bread  imparts 
Its  life  and  comfort  to  our  hearts. 
We  feast  on  Him  in  daily  faith, 

He  feasts  with  us  in  daily  love  ; 
Himself  the  bread,  Himself  the  wine, 

He  pours  in  gladness  from  above. 
Absent,  yet  present,  what  can  e'er 

His  fellowship  from  us  remove  ? 
Ours  is  a  long,  unbroken  feast, 
And  still  the  last  we  find  the  best. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


No  priestly  spell  or  rite. 

No  word,  or  touch,  or  sign 
Is  needed  to  transform 

The  earthly  to  divine. 
'  Lo,  I  am  with  you,'  thus  He  speaks, 

4  Myself  the  bread  and  wine ; 
Present  to  faith's  far-reaching  eye, 
The  faith  that  makes  the  distant  nigh.' 


v. 

^  And  all  are  gathered  round  ! 

The  far  off  and  the  near, 
The  men  of  every  age  and  clime 

In  fellowship  feast  here. 
One  family,  one  board, 
One  loaf,  one  feast,  one  Lord ! 


THE  LIGHT  I/AS  COME. 


CTC 


Z\)t  itflfjt  ijas  come. 

WAKE,  O  thou  that  sleepest, 

The  time  for  sleep  is  past  ; 
Awake,  O  thou  that  sleepest, 

That  sleep  may  be  thy  last. 
Up  from  thy  fatal  slumber, 

Leave,  leave  thy  bed  of  down  ; 
Up  from  thy  fatal  slumber, 

And  seize  the  eternal  crown. 

The  light  has  come  ! 

Hark,  hark  !  the  voice  that  calleth 

So  sweetly  from  above  ; 
Hark,  hark  !  the  voice  that  speaketh 

To  thee  in  tender  love. 
The  day,  the  day  is  dawning, 

The  everlasting  day  ; 
The  morn,  the  morn  is  breaking, 

Arise,  and  come  away. 

The  light  has  come  1 


132 


HYMNS  OF  THE  NA  TIVITY. 


KJfc 


%/ 


BdjolU,  tfje  Bridegroom  cometfj* 

'They  took  no  oil  with  them.' — Matt.  xxv.  3. 

EHOLD,  the  Bridegroom  comes  ! 

The  midnight  cry  is  heard  : 
Arise,  and  join  the  train, 

Go  forth  to  meet  your  Lord  ; 
They  wake,  He  is  at  hand, 

But  they  are  unprepared. 


Their  lamps  are  by  their  side, 
But  all  unfilled  the  urn  ; 

Oh,  give  us  of  your  oil, 
They  cry  to  each  in  turn  ; 

The  flame  is  dying  down, 
Our  lamps  refuse  to  burn. 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  ! 

Enough  but  for  our  own  ; 
We  cannot  help  you  now, 

For  each  must  stand  alone  ; 


BEHOLD,    THE  BRIDEGROOM  COMETH.       133 


ft 


The  past  is  now  the  past, 
And  may  not  be  undone.     N^V; 


Go  ye  to  them  that  sell ! 

But,  while  they  went  to  buy, 
The  Bridegroom  came ;  they  saw 

The  bridal  train  sweep  by, 
They  saw  the  wise  go  in  : 

In  vain,  in  vain  their  cry  ! 

The  door,  alas  !  is  shut, 
They  hear  the  festal  strain, 

They  see  the  virgin-throng, 
To  join  it  they  would  fain. 

The  wise  have  all  gone  in  : 
They  knock,  but  now  in  vain  ! 

1 1  know  you  not '  is  all 

The  welcome  that  they  hear  : 
'I  know  you  not;'  oh  !  words 

Of  trembling  and  of  fear. 
Ye  cannot  join  these  songs, 

Nor  in  these  halls  appear ! 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Blessed  be  Egypt  my  people.' — ISA*  xix.  25. 

RE  thy  pyramids  still  smiling 

To  the  everlasting  sun, 
Mighty  Mizraim  of  the  sand-waste, 

As  they  smiled  in  ages  gone  ? 


Is  thy  Sphinx  still  grandly  gazing 
With  those  melancholy  eyes, 

Drinking  in  delicious  moonlight 
From  those  silver-showering  skies  ? 


Does  thy  grey  Mukattam  cliff-range 
Yet  protect  thy  level  shore  ? 

Is  that  highway  to  the  desert 
Still  as  lonely  as  of  yore  ? 


DEAD  EGYPT. 


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Is  the  bronze  on  thy  brown  ripples 
Still  as  brilliant  as  when  she, 

Stately  queen  of  spells  and  splendour, 
Glided  o'er  her  river-sea  ? 


Does  that  river- sea  so  royal, 
With  its  soft,  slow- swelling  tide, 

Still  do  battle  single-handed 
With  the  wastes  on  either  side  ? 


Are  thy  Pharaohs  resting  yonder, 
i     Filling  each  his  fragrant  shroud, 
With  their  own  calm  stars  above  them, 
As  of  old,  without  a  cloud  ? 


Do  they  still  claim  awful  homage, 
Oldest  peerage  of  the  dead, 

In  their  chiselled  shrines  unconscious 
Of  the  ages  that  have  sped  ? 


Does  the  breath  of  ancient  odours 
Sweeten  still  their  cheerless  room  ? 

Do  the  robes  of  princely  Pathros 
Still  adorn  them  in  the  tomb  ? 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Is  thy  Memphis  still  the  Memphis 
Of  young  Mizraim  when  he  came 

From  his  cradle-plain  of  Shinar, 
Here  to  build  a  boundless  name  ? 


Mystic  realm  of  magic  story, 

Never-changing  clime  and  stream, 

Shadowy  fatherland  of  science, 
Home  of  fable  and  of  dream  ! 


From  thy  temples  marched  the  ages 
Of  our  earth's  unwritten  prime ; 

These  majestic  Nubian  portals 
Are  the  mouldering  gates  of  Time. 


Buried  dark  beneath  the  ruins 
Of  dead  kingdoms  thou  hast  lain  ; 

But  thy  day  of  honour  dawneth, 
Thou  shalt  rise  to  youth  again. 


In  His  hour  of  infant  exile, 
Once  the  Son  of  God  in  thee 

Found  a  refuge  from  the  tyrant, 
Underneath  thy  sheltering  tree. 


DEAD  EGYPT. 


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And  for  this  thou  art  remembered  ; 

This  great  debt  shall  be  repaid. 
In  earth's  age  of  promised  glory, 

Israel's  God  shall  lift  thy  head. 

The  voice  of  seers  hath  spoken 
Words  of  glorious  light  and  rest ; 

It  has  blest  thee,  lonely  Egypt, 
And  thou  shalt — thou  shalt  be  blest. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


\\ ^  ^fif^L  %  ^ ^  ^a^  °f tne  Lord,  it  cometh  ! 

It  comes  like  a  thief  in  the  night, 
It  comes  when  the  world  is  dreaming 

Of  safety  and  peace  and  light. 
It  cometh,  the  day  of  sackcloth, 

With  darkness  and  storm  and  fire, 
The  day  of  the  great  avenging, 

The  day  of  the  burning  ire. 


Not  slowly,  slowly,  like  twilight. 

Nor  like  the  cold  creeping  tide, 
Nor  barque  from  the  distant  offing, 

Moving  on  o'er  the  waters  wide  ; 
But  instant,  like  sudden  lightning 

In  the  depths  of  a  tranquil  sky, 
From  the  west  to  the  east  in  a  moment, 

The  havoc  descends  from  on  high  ! 


THE  DAY  OF  THE  LORD. 


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The  day  of  the  Lord,  it  cometh, 

When  the  virgins  are  all  asleep 
And  the  drunken  world  is  lying 

In  a  slumber  yet  more  deep. 
Like  the  sudden  lurch  of  the  vessel 

By  night  on  the  sunken  rock, 
All  earth  in  a  moment  reeleth 

And  goeth  down  with  the  shock. 


The  voice  of  the  awful  trumpet 

Arresteth  the  march  of  Time  ;  .     c 
With  terror  and  woe  and  judgment 

It  soundeth  through  every  clime. 
It  speaketh  aloud  to  the  living, 

It  speaks  to  the  slumbering  dead  ; 
Earth  heareth  the  final  summons, 

And  boweth  the  trembling  head. 


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The  flash  of  the  sword  of  havoc 

Foretelleth  the  day  of  blood, 
Revealing  the  Judge's  progress, 

The  downward  march  of  God. 
The  fire  which  no  mortal  kindles, 

Quick  seizes  the  quaking  earth, 
And  labours  the  groaning  creation 

In  the  pangs  of  its  second  birth. 


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HYMNS  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 


Then  the  day  of  the  evil  endeth, 

And  the  righteous  reign  comes  in  ; 
Like  a  cloud  of  sorrow  evanish 

The  ages  of  human  sin. 
The  light  of  the  morning  gleameth, 

A  dawn  without  cloud  or  gloom  ; 
In  chains  lies  the  ruler  of  darkness, 

And  the  Prince  of  Light  has  come  ! 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


PAGE 

All  the  earth  this  day  is  crying 46 

Are  thy  pyramids  still  smiling,      .         .         .         .         .         .  134 

Around  one  name  they  gather,     .......       96 

At  ease  in  Zion  !     What  are  souls  to  him  ?  .         .         .         .         -35 

Awake,  O  thou  that  sleepest, 131 

Behold,  the  Bridegroom  comes !  .         .         .         .         .         .         .     132 

Behold  your  King  !     How  like,  yet  how  unlike,  ....     105 

Beloved  children,  let  the  Master  train  you  !  ....       37 

Booming  in,  booming  in  !    .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .111 

Bright  in  thy  boyhood's  prime,     .......       99 

City  of  celestial  health,         ........       90 

Dead  unto  sin  through  Him  who  died, 31 

From  the  far  East  we  come,  .  13 

Giver  of  light !      .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .  123 

Great  Ruler  of  the  land  and  sea,  ......     io'3 

141 


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PAGE 

Hard  to  be  won  !     No,  no,  that  cannot  be  !         .         .         .         .65 

He  bore  the  sin, 29 

He  looks  on  us,  we  look  on  Him,         ......       58 

He  must  grow  greater,  I  grow  less  and  less,         ....       17 

I  cannot  master  time  and  space 51 

I  come,  I  rest  beneath, 27 

I  follow  Thee,  O  gracious  Son  of  God  !.....  33 

I  hinder  not,  nor  would  reprove  thy  tears 74 

In  the  hour  when  guilt  assails  me, 80 

It  tarries  long,  and  seems  to  say, 49 

Kneeling  on  the  earth,  He  prays,         ......     103 

Lie  still,  lie  still, 56 

Light  of  the  cradle  !  shine, 15 

Look,  child  of  time,  He  comes,  the  Son  of  God,  .         .         .11 

Night  of  wonder,  night  of  glory, 1 

Noon!  yet  no  sunshine  !     Somewhere  outside,  the  sun,      .         .114 

Not  far  from  any  one  of  us,  O  Lord, 38 

Not  Thine,  not  Thine,  but  Thee,         ......       24 

Of  silver  or  of  gold, _    .         .85 

Oh,  oneness  beyond  all  that  words  can  tell !         ....       93 

One  temple,  and  one  table,  and  one  loaf, 127 

On  Ramah's  heights  a  voice  is  heard, 117 

Our  wealth  is  from  afar,        .         .         .         .         .         .         .  41 

Refuse  Him  not,  O  man  ! 54 

Rich  in  mercy,  great  in  love,        .......     106 


IXDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES.  I  43 


I'AGE 

Sore  sick  of  sin,  and  longing  to  be  free, 102 

Sweetest  light,  so  sweetly  shining, 121 

Sweet  song  of  life !  oh,  sound  again 21 

The  angel  has  come  down, 8 

The  Christ  of  God  hath  come, 5 

The  day  of  the  Lord,  it  cometh  ! 138 

The  Living  One  hath  died  ! 44 

There  lies  a  land  beyond  these  clouds, 83 

The  world  is  sick,  and  yet  not  unto  death,   .....  67 

They  did  not  die  !                                                      ....  69 

Thine  and  yet  ours,  O  Lord !        .         .         .         .         .         .  125 

Upon  this  earth  we  lived  and  loved, 62 

Victor  of  night, 19 

Watch,  brethren,  watch  ! 119 

We  have  heard  the  voice  of  trembling,          .....  77 

We  know  no  shipwreck  for  the  Church  of  God,   .         .         .  71 

Vet  there  is  room  !     The  Lamb's  bright  hall  of  song,  ...  60 


MURRAY  AND  GIBB,  EDINBURGH, 
PRINTERS  TO  HER  MAJESTY'S  STATIONERY  OFFICE 


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